On Tuesday, I had the honor to participate in “Shout Out! Against Sexual Violence,” an annual event hosted by the Orange County Rape Crisis Center. It was the first time I had ever publicly read something out loud about my childhood molestation, and although I was told my voice remained steady and strong, my right…
Category: Joey Lives
Hold On Tight
The night my sister died, I was alone. Sully was out having drinks with his best friend Pete. I called him several times, but he didn’t answer, so I called Pete and soon Sully was on his way. I had seen my sister just a few days before when I flew back for Easter. At that…
How to Become a Dictator on a Nickel
I originally wrote this piece about 8 years ago. It started with the age-old discussion: Would you rather have Fame, Fortune, or Power? He had made a comment that you couldn’t have much power if you only had a nickel. I disagreed and presented this option instead. Disclaimer: if anyone uses my instructions to become a…
There’s Got To Be A Monday After . . .
So today has been . . .interesting. I spent most of Saturday being a sloth, and playing lots and lots of Rift. How much is lots? I went up 5 levels on my Eth Warrior. (If you don’t understand that, I’m sorry – let’s just say, it was a whole lot) I tried to get my…
On Being Thankful
So many of the things I think about these days are first world issues. Whether I will find love, whether I will get my feelings hurt, whether I will be understood. Today, I’d like to just focus on those things that I don’t have to think about: where I’m going to sleep, how I’m going…
When It Rains, It Hurricanes
Last week I had to go to the doctor because I was having pains in my side. After a few tests, I was diagnosed with a slight kidney infection. I also found out that my blood pressure meds were no longer working and that I needed to add a few more prescriptions to my daily…
Happy Birthday, Paya
Today is my father’s birthday. And even though it has been over 9 years since we’ve talked over the phone – I’ve heard his voice many times lately. I loved to make my dad laugh – to see his eyes sparkle as I told him about something funny that had happened at work or while I…
Here’s Your Piano, Lady
When I was 9, we moved from Boxford, Massachusetts to North Grafton, Massachusetts. With part of the profits from the sale of the old house, my mom purchased a piano and promptly enrolled all 4 of us kids in to piano lessons. One by one my brothers managed to squirm out of them, leaving me…
And so it begins . . . again.
I’ve decided to make a clean slate and start a brand new blog. I don’t expect a huge following, if any. But I just need a place where I can unload some of the thoughts in my head – it’s starting to look like a hoarder’s haven up there. So here I am at 42,…