When my mom died, I had to find a home for her panther. Not an actual endangered wild cat, a lamp.Read More
Good news and bad news about having the surname Strasser.Read More
Once upon a time, a million years ago, in a San Fernando Valley far, far away, my mother had a birthday party and nobody showed. Not a single kid.Read More
When I was a little girl, I desperately wanted to be a nun or a student at the Immaculate Heart Catholic School for Girls. Not to be closer to a heavenly father; to be closer to a uniform.Read More
I swear I'm trapped in an episode of "Six Feet Under", only instead of Nate Fisher, I've got Snead, the red-haired ex-con forcing me to speak as if projecting to the back row.