AND AN EPIC TAIL (FYI, it’s loooong…) The Cabaret Room, in the Playboy Club, was teeming with patrons; smoldering cigarettes glowing, a cacophony of ice clinking and an ambience embodying the dimmed esthetic of a classic noir setting. With the Bunnies performing their iconic ‘Bunny Dip’ – the White Russians, Harvey Wallbangers and Tom Collins […]
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DOING THE SOCIALLY DISTANT DANCE. It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood and I’m heading out for my daily dose of fresh air and un-sequestered stretch of time. As I swivel, swerve and dodge my fellow Chicagoans I am drawn into the choreography asserting itself on all of us. But it appears that nobody seems
Existing in a fuzzy, hazy, out-of-focus, blurry world for much of my 65+ years, I have often dreamed about what it would be like to have picture-perfect visual clarity. Perfect eyefuls sound heavenly. You 20/20 folks have no idea how nice it would be to wake up and not have to feel ones’ way to
JEEPERS CREEPERS MY OUT-OF-FOCUS PEEPERS Read More »
I’ve had my share of boo-boos, bloopers and faux pas. However, it should be mentioned that I am, in most cases, coordinated. For crying out loud, I am a dancer … unlike my sweet mom who tried her hand feet at ballet with some rather unfortunate results. Less Baryshnikov – more Lucille Ball. My flair
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Staring into my shambles of a closet I pondered all that could be accomplished. And then I spied a container of mementos and pulled that sucker down. Opening up that Pandora’s box offered up a whole mess of nostalgia. Huddled up to that receptacle, all scooched over, in full anticipation…I was transfixed and transported for
KEEPSAKES AND DISCOVERIES AND MEMORIES, OH MY Read More »
Singing into hair brushes and bopping like nobody’s watching… you all did that …didn’t you? Well I was certainly no exception. Oh how I flourished in my bedroom…. my rehearsal studio. My dressing room. My costume department. My stage. My performing arts haven. In that room it was unrestrained, full-on SHOWBIZ-NESS. I was Ann-Margret in
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CHUMMY AT A DISTANCE My husband enthusiastically decided that this social distancing thing has provided him with a new antidote for nighttime behavior. He claims that some delicate sounds, reverberating within earshot, are affecting his ability to catch some zs. He is accusing ME of extreme zzzing and until I get proof I can assure
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It has been pointed out that I am in constant ‘hum’. At times I am cognizant of said hum, but mostly it makes its appearance unawares. And it seems, per dear family members, annoyingly so. Really?? My melodious vibrations are not a delight for your ears? How rude. There is almost always a melody in
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I had cancer. I was squished, prodded, zapped, poked, sliced and diced. My first diagnosis was met with varying degrees of shock, fear, pragmatic acceptance and the “oh no you di’int” just tell me that! My left breast had betrayed me and I was not having it.Then my thyroid hoodwinked me. Finally, that left boob
I was thisclose to being a statistic – a child of the streets – a runaway…wannabee. As an only child, living in the happiest of households, I felt the need to stir up some drama. Soooooooo after packing up my yellow rain slicker, Mary Janes, and ‘Bunky’ (the monkey) I announced my intentions. I was
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