All that talent and dysfunction rolled into one, pop a drama desk nomination on top and it was like gay Christmas.   Some of this might seem shocking, or a callous recounting of the facts, but they are told with great admiration and love.  I met Jay Rogers at 88’s piano bar in 1998. He had just returned from a hiatus after having falling onto the tracks of PATH train, breaking his collarbone and nearly dying. We were working upstairs, and he was defiantly sober.    At least for three quarters of the shift.   We were working a treacherously boring and under attended cabaret show upstairs on a Wednesday night at 10:30.  Once I started counting the money, He made himself a margarita and told me not to tell anyone as this was the first drink he’d had since his fall. I don’t know if that was true, but we talked a lot that night and the next day about how that hangover felt. Fast forward five fabulous fucking years of working and laughing,… I was work...

Dearest Glampa!  I have a lot to say to ex-friends, but I'm not petty enough to actually tell them. I have started to write each a letter, a letter I have no intention of ever delivering.  What are your thoughts? Signed,  I’ve got Mail.  Dear Mail,  Let’s unpack!  Without knowing the details, it’s hard to know emotions are and which aren’t petty. But, what’s more important is that they are your emotions. You don’t need to belittle them by calling them “petty” just because your ex-friend might be a cunt. Are you deflecting, or do you genuinely think that you’re responses to your friends are petty? (That’s ok too, sometimes… WE PETTY AND THAT’S ok!)   Having written a poisoned pen letter or two myself in my day, I can definitely attest to their validity as a tool for identifying and transcending emotions and situations I’m finding difficult. I am definitely on “team write the letter.” Say everything you need to, really get it all out. Where you go from h...