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Hey, I’m telling a story TONIGHT for The Storyline at Changing Hands Bookstore in Phoenix. Show starts at 8:00 p.m. See you there! Get tix here:



Phoenix Nasty Women Reading


I will be reading at the Phoenix Nasty Women Reading, Saturday January 21, 7:00 p.m. Reading organized by Deborah Sussman. Donation door $2-$10 for Planned Parenthood. At the Grand ArtHaus, 1501 S. Grand Avenue, downtown Phoenix. Gallery open 6-10:00 p.m. This is the Phoenix sister of the Nasty Women Exhibition in Queens, NYC. More info here:

The Slow Escape at Interference Archive for Joanie4Jackie4Ever – A Chainletter Remix

The Slow Escape, my first film, will be playing in NYC tonight, Saturday Nov. 5th, at Interference Archive in Brooklyn. Bonus: also lots of other great films made in the 90s/00s.

Joanie4Jackie is a VHS distribution project of short work by women, conceived by filmmaker Miranda July in 1995. Born out of the cultural movement of Riot Grrrl conventions and cheap fanzine production, Joanie4Jackie was developed before the internet and its characteristic peer-to-peer file exchange. The project supported communication and connections between female media makers across the United States. Every participant received a compilation Chainletter in which their video was contextualized with ten other filmmakers’ work. No submission was rejected. Effectively, each Chainletter became a mix-tape of films produced by women mostly unknown to each other.
November 5th, 7 pm, free, at Interference Archive, 131 8th St. #4, Brooklyn, NY 11215


Unable to attend? You can watch The Slow Escape here:

Standin’ On The Corner Festival

We just got back from the Standin’ On The Corner Festival in Winslow, Arizona. I wrote about it here. Friday at noon there was supposed to be a dedication for a new life-size bronze statue in the likeness of Glenn Frey with classic rock station KSLX broadcasting from the corner.

But the statue didn’t arrive on time.

The artist hadn’t finished it. And, it was still in Provo, Utah. So, the whole event happened the next morning. Take two. Have you ever watched the Gilmore Girls? It felt like something straight out of Stars Hollow. A dusty Stars Hollow. It was awesome, really, the way everyone – tourists and townspeople – just reconvened the next day. Everyone gathering around the corner waiting. A big suburban type of vehicle drove up to the park with the statue in the back. People cheered! A group of guys maneuvered the statue (wrapped in a moving blanket) to the designated spot and stood it up on its feet. Folks gave speeches on the history of the park, and the history of the Eagles. The DJ from KSLX cried as someone mentioned that the statue would be here long after we’re all gone. Then, “Take It Easy” began to play and the entire crowd sang along.

This isn't "the statue." This is Easy the old statue. The statue in the likeness of Glenn Frey didn't show up in time for the dedication ceremony. It happened the next morning.

This isn’t “the statue.” This is Easy the old statue. The statue in the likeness of Glenn Frey didn’t show up in time for the dedication ceremony. It happened the next morning.

That night an Eagles tribute band was the main event. This year’s Standin’ On The Corner Festival was dedicated to Frey so the band played a selection of Glenn Frey solo-artist songs including “Smuggler’s Blues”, “You Belong to the City”, and “The Heat Is On.”

My friend Jon and I went bananas to "The Heat Is On," played by the Eagles tribute band, One of These Nights.

My friend Jon and I went bananas to “The Heat Is On,” played by the Eagles tribute band, One of These Nights.

Could a song make a town?

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I grew up in Winslow, Arizona mentioned in the song “Take It Easy” by Jackson Browne and Glenn Frey.

Well I was standin’ on a corner in Winslow, Arizona
Such a fine sight to see

You could walk into a bar literally anywhere in the country and say you’re from Winslow, Arizona and someone’s going to remember that lyric. I wrote this story about the song’s influence on my hometown.

Talking walking

If you missed the Bar Flies event at the Crescent Ballroom last week, not to worry! At the end of the night, the readers’ sweaty, beer-stained stories were collected and are now part of the Talking Walking exhibition at the Museum of Walking in Tempe. Opening reception tonight! October 6, 6-9pm.

Past due

“I think mom had a shopping problem,” I say to my brother and dad. They laugh because even though I’m exaggerating a little bit, my mom did love to shop. My brother and I are in Winslow with our dad. Our mission: go through the massive amounts of holiday decorations collected by my mom through the years, and divide stuff up amongst us.

My mom had tubs and tubs of Christmas decorations and looking through them all, and sorting them, took us into the late afternoon. We are enjoying ourselves. “Judy, really?” I say, when I come across something particularly schmaltzy. Plus when’s the last time I hung with my dad and brother for a weekend, just us?

My dad observes that if we wanted to, we could decorate each room in the house with a different Christmas theme. Like, a Snowman room, say, or a Classic Santa room, or a Playful Winter Penguins room.

Later that night after going out for tacos, we gathered at the kitchen table to play some cards. I said, “Hey dad, do you have any Tequila Rose?” Because he usually does have the sweet strawberry flavored tequila. It’s something I like to drink at my parents’ house. I think I’ve only ever had it at their house. My dad said, “No, but I’ve probably got something else.” He stood on the kitchen step stool and rooted around in the high cabinet until he found a bottle of Bailey’s Irish Cream. “Hey, I’ve got this!” he said triumphantly. It was a jumbo bottle, and looked almost full.
“Sure, that’ll do,” I said.
We all three poured a glass while I shuffled the deck of cards.

A half hour later, my dad was examining the bottle while he waited for his turn. Our glasses sat nearly empty “Listen to this,” he said. “For optimal consumption of this product please use by date on bottle . . .” he paused dramatically.
“Well, what is it?” we said.
“November, 2008!”
We crack up. We’re four years too late for optimal consumption.”

We reassure ourselves that it’s liquor so it can’t go bad, right? And it tasted perfectly fine besides. More importantly it’s possible that my mom bought this bottle of Irish Cream, and since she’s been gone since 2008, that seems remarkable in itself.