Month: September 2021
You Know That I’m No Good / Addicted / Fuck Me Pumps: Me and Ms. Winehouse
When I first listened to Amy, I was a youngish mother with one kid, she was the sassy ingenue with the voice of a seasoned blueswoman. Older than Amy, not nearly as cute, just as wild, and I have been accused of being similarly cutting. Dorothy Parker with her bon mots is my heroine: I […]
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There is a pit of grief and guilt and pain that is so smooth sided it is impossible to climb out of. I don’t know if I will be able to scrabble up the sides today. Instead I am going to try and just survive it. Stop struggling, stop climbing and give in to it. […]
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