Me and Mt. St. Helen’s
by Lela Davidson on May 18, 2010
in It's All About Me
Thirty years ago today I heard Mt. St. Helen’s blow it’s top. From a state away, the explosion served to encapsulate a moment. There I sat, in front of a mirrored wall at the base of the wrought iron spiral staircase that led to my room, where I watched Solid Gold (and later, the wedding of Charles and Diana) on a 10-inch black and white TV, where I taped magazine pictures of models to the wall and learned to measure the circumference of my thighs.
Did you hear it too?
Pass the Bubbly: Kirk, Michael, and Me
by Lela Davidson on June 30, 2009
in Random Amusements
One of my favorite things to do on this blog is introduce you to other writers. (And then hope you’ll still love me best!) I’d do it more often if I didn’t get lost for half a day doing it.
Candance, the Crazy Texas Mommy is like an outspoken Jill Connor Browne (the Sweet Potato Queen), Jessica Bern needs to move here so we can be friends and tape the Real Housewives of Benton County (you SO don’t have to be a housewife to be on that show), Coffee House Mom is like a nice version of me who will probably take over all my local print gigs when I finally round the bend and just start peppering everything with expletives, and without Mary Ann’s encouragement, I think I’d still be filling out IRS Form 1120S.
