After an insanely busy day at work and a discussion with SB where we debated whether going through chemo to prolong his life is worth it when it leaves him throwing up three times per day, this little birdy is drained. Thankful that SB and I can have conversations like that. There is truly nothing that goes unspoken between us. But still, I’m drained. So, while I’d like to write about 100 different topics, instead you get a return of TMI Tuesday.
1. By what nickname(s) were you known as a child?
To my friends-Buffy, Sandy, Hair-Do. Mom called me sweetie or honey or sugar doll. Dad always called me sugar or the shortened form, sug.
2. Do you have a favorite poem and, if so, what is it? Recite it (or a snippet) here, please.
I have lots of poems I love. But mom used to read poetry to my brother and I when we were little. This one always stuck out for me. It’s from Robert Louis Stevenson’s “A Child’s Garden of Verses”. Three part poem called Northwest Passage. I always liked the middle bit, Shadow March. It scared me but I was drawn to it.
3. What is your greatest regret in life, something that you failed to do that you wish you did?
The closest thing anymore is the choice I made to stop pursuing a career as a singer. But I’ve made peace with that. Mostly. It only sneaks up on me in very rare moments. Hollywood is good for me in those moments. At the end of the day, I know I’m doing what I’m meant to be doing. I don’t really have any true regrets. That’s not how I roll.
4. You are tired and hungry, but it’s too late to cook. If any snack food were available to you, what would you choose and why?
Pizza. From Pizza Hut. Thin and crispy, beef topping, extra cheese. I always crave cheesy or crunchy things when I want a snack. Pizza has been my favorite food since I was knee high to a grasshopper. In my little OK town, Pizza Hut was (and still is) the only option for take out. So it sort of broke the mold.
5. What is the oldest item of clothing (not jewelry!) that you wear regularly and what do you love about it?
I have a sweatshirt that belonged to my first love. I didn’t permanently acquire it until he and I had an affair when I was 19 and married. So it’s been mine since 1997 but I wore it off and on since 1993. It’s perfect. It’s a navy blue hooded sweatshirt from the University of Idaho with a pocket in the front. The weight is perfect. Heavy. It is super super soft. It has just the right number of holes, particularly in the cuffs. And if I concentrate, I can still smell him on it.
Bonus (as in optional):Name a movie or TV show that changed your thinking or behavior.
Not a movie or TV show, but it still counts. I’d been leaning that way but made the final decision to ask LH for a divorce sitting inside a theater in Dallas watching a production of Wicked. Quite simply I was finally tired of being told how to be and what to do and I was done. And this articulated it. Defying Gravity.
