I didn’t hate finding this piece of my writing Found this review originally published by Atlanta Music Guide The single worst thing about last night’s sold out Beth Hart show was trying to reconcile my love of the music with the need to get photos worthy of my press pass. Crawling through a crowd—however politely…
Writing
When ‘Prison Nana’ Came Home
Published June 12, 2026, by Narratively I thought my mother-in-law, Gail, would die in prison, denying my kids any real time with their paternal grandmother, and leaving me to have hard conversations with my husband, Russell, about things like the cost of flying a body to Georgia from Florida. Sent away in 2008 at age…
On buildings and prayers.
“You get what you pray for if you’re pure of heart,” I joked.
the patina of indulgence
I have borderline personality disorder. This is what I want you to know.
“Run. Away. Screaming.” That’s what I told Russell when we started dating in early 2008. Now, we’re married with two teenagers. I’ve been trying to make sense of the first thirty years of my life for the last fifteen. People with borderline personality disorder (BPD) are among the most suicidal and toughest clients to counsel….
Resetting the time machine
My husband and I drove to Atlanta in a time machine to see Marilyn Manson at the Tabernacle on May 20, 2025. By that, I mean I went to recreate my experience of following the band’s first headlining tour for the band’s 1994 release Portrait of an American Family, when I was a teenager and…
alice doesnt understand
I decided this morning to listen to Ugly Kid Joe’s “America’s Least Wanted.” The idea grew out of the music that is videos playlist, which is a collection of songs first introduced to me through video. Some of the songs I had been familiar with before seeing the artist’s music expressed visually. That has shifted…
party at the end of the world
I think I was 13 when I hosted an “end of the world” party with Jack Daniels drinks to celebrate summer vacation. I swear I don’t remember how we got the Tennessee Whiskey. Of course, I soaked my anxiety and brought a mixed drink of depression and teenage hormones to the party. I stirred alcohol…
a mirror can reach to your back
There’s no going back, literally. Time machines are a worse idea than self-driving cars. But we can return to old ideas and revive ancient project ideas. “Let’s start a business!” I’ve said to more than a few people over more than a few years several times in my life. you don’t need someone to be…
the sirens of middle school
Bon Jovi brings a flood of memories to my mind. I mean, the band had about a billion hit songs between my elementary and middle school years. I’m pretty sure four of the 10 songs on “Slippery When Wet” were incessantly played on the radio. Surely, you’ve heard “Livin’ on a Prayer” more than once….




