Howard Gluss radio show on celebrity death

I'm set to appear on the Howard Gluss radio show Friday night at 8 PM PST where we'll discuss how people cope with celebrity death. It seems that we are somehow intertwined with celebrities in our lives, even those of us whose lives don't revolve around them. I admit that I have been affected by MJ's death. I was never a big fan although my sister and I watched his videos over and over (there was one channel that seemed to play the same group of videos all the time). But I am not heartbroken like I heard one woman crying on the radio the evening he died when I was driving to get some take out for dinner. It's a loss and affects people. And it needs to be acknowledged so that people can cope. My hope is that MJ took away from this life what he was supposed to learn.

Father's Day, Michelle Style without my Dad

Today is Father's Day, a time when we traditionally buy dad a gift of something he wants (not needs!). If you spend enough time looking at the newspaper ads and the commercials on tv, you'll know that these things could be clothes, grilling supplies, sports equipment, even a new drill. But for those of us without a dad here on earth, it's a sad day. Each time I push my cart through Target on my way to the food section, I pass the greeting card aisle where I'm reminded that there is no card to buy my dad anymore. I see the ones with grills or the argyle sweaters and I want to grab and them and pick them. Until I remember I don't have anyone to send one to. Instead, today I will make samosas and read the Marley & Me script (we're getting ready to start the Ginger's Gift screenplay) at my pool in the sunshine. My dad is with me, I am sure of that, but it's not quite the same without him to call and have a chat about the bugs that are eating my sunflowers and the price of gas. To everyone who has experienced a father loss, I'm thinking of you today.

Article from Australia that quotes me

This article just appeared June 11 (although it's still June 10 here in New Mexico!) in Australia.

Watermelon

As Father's Day approaches, I always am reminded by the cards at Target. No matter where I am, Chicago or Naperville, the cards with the cardigan sweaters or the Weber grills are reminders that I don't have a dad to buy a card for. Not that we ever were big on Father's Day, but I do admit I miss picking out a silly card for my dad. I bought my first watermelon of the season last week. I thought I had done a good job with my thump until I came home and discovered I had bought an under ripe watermelon. I think I'm out of practice. The smell alone though took me back to Saturday mornings in Naperville. Usually Dad would buy a watermelon and Denise and I would cut what we called "slabs" and eat them. I also think of Wimbledon about this time as well even though it's a little early. Must be something about the warm weather. Back to the watermelon, last summer someone introduced our dogs to the rind and now Nestle is addicted. Of course the only food she's ever turned down is lettuce. She and Daisy are both happy to eat the rind and wait until I'm done, which takes awhile to eat a slab, you know, to give each one to them. Hopefully the wind and clouds will stay away today long enough for us to swim. Jim, Chaco's founder, came by last week while he was in town and surprised us, making Chaco a happy dog in the process. I was showing Stacy, Jim's girlfriend, the pool before the three of us went to dinner and Nestle decided she was going for a swim. She doesn't do that too often and I realized she needs more pool time. If the weather would be more cooperative, she would get it!