“Breathe,” my friend says. Good advice for me these days as I prepare for the launch of my memoir, Loveyoubye. It’s taking place in just three days at Laguna Beach Books. Check my website or the Event Listing in for details, and join me.

Judging by responses to the invitation from people who know me, the celebration promises to be a blast. For those curious about the book, check the online article from an interview I did with Randy Kraft of the Laguna Beach Indy.

Writing a book is work, but talking about the result is some (kind of scary) fun! If you know me, you know I love eclectic music, and (tomorrow) Tuesday April 8, at 8:15am, I’ll be on Laguna Beach’s own radio show KX.93.5 talking to host, Tyler Russell.

Hope you can check out some of these previews, and join me for wine and appetizers and book talk this Thursday at Laguna Beach Books!


High School Reunion Regrets

There were a couple of class reunion celebrations down Canyon Acres this past week. Oh, how I yearned to have attended an American High School—American Graffiti, Pretty in Pink, and The Breakfast Club.

Instead, I went to Kitwe High School, with its strict, no-nonsense British teachers in the middle of the Zambian bush, where the boys dropped tomato and cheese sandwiches on your head from the second floor and the girls got “cuts” across the knuckles with a ruler, the boys across the seat of their pants for things like repeatedly forgetting to do homework, fighting in the yard, or punching someone’s arm while passing on the staircase—I was caught doing the latter.

And then the reunion where one could have an opportunity to see how everyone else turned out. A reunion would never be possible for me. Any trace of my high school life was obliterated after the country gained independence, amidst rioting, death and uncertainty. Everyone left, scattered across Africa, England, Australia and America. Lamentable as it was, and not the American one I’d always dreamed of, I wanted that reunion.