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STEVEN MICHAEL IS MY NAME, BOO!

Steven Michael for Prada

Steven Michael is my name and that’s the way it is. I Google’d myself (insert dirty joke here) and man, I came up feeling ehhh. Where am I? I’m here, dammit! There’s my social media moments Twitter and Facebook but Lady Google has slapped me with the shade of it all. I blog my finger tips to their very nubs and Googlezilla really serves a platter of crickets to many of us in the internet world. If you’re not a major player in the game it’s difficult to get noticed. Oh, Mommie Googlest… I am not, one of your FANS!

Hey… All Tea, All Shade. Eye tellzit lyk I ceez itz! Trust, Hunty. Translation: Baby, if you don’t like what you read then don’t.

It’s Saturday and the breeze is a’blowing. I’m listening to some fierce gay club remixes I was sent for possible production ideas and the husband is watching French TV news on his Tablet. I will soon be punching it to the gym to train since swimsuit season is coming up and then off to met friends for a belated birthday lunch for Jacques at Escena Golf Course and Grill. Another weekend is here and I’m real damn glad. Last evening we had a stunning sushi feast and sake oblivion at Kiyosaku and I so need to sweat out some salt at the gym. I am off into a fabulous day in Palm Springs. I LIVE.

GET YOUR LIFE TODAY… Somehow, Someway! X

THE FINALITY OF 2012 – PERSONAL THOUGHTS

Happy-New-Year-2013

We just got in from Kiyosaku where we enjoyed our annual Sushi and Sake Oblivion for New Year’s Eve. It just happens to be my 45th birthday tomorrow, as well. Oh, what a joy having your birthday on New Year’s Day you must be thinking. Ah, my dear reader. Stop it. You’re being silly. After years of repressed youth not only dealing with receiving just one present for both Christmas and birthday but also the no-class-party-because-of-Xmas-break syndrome I had to overcome, I got into my young adult years where things should have gotten better. Eh…

Michael Wayne - Steven Michael

When I would scoot out to the clubs for New Year’s Eve in hopes to get a special kiss from a familiar stranger I also came face-to-face with more repression. The clock strikes midnight. Auld Lang Syne plays while I fight back the tears (that song kills me) and everyone shouts HAPPY NEW YEAR! A few people remember to also wish me a quick Happy Birthday and move about dancing to gay club music, circuit party, et al. There’s my celebration. Whoopee. The next day everyone would be so hungover that no one would care. Oh, the years of personal therapy through an assortment of mood miracles.

Happy New Year 2013

However, since I’ve gotten more mature I have realized it is what it is and to make it what I want it to be. As in life… I treat my birthday how I see fit. In most recent years, we find ourselves in Las Vegas sinning in the city or enjoying the culinary exploits of the finer places in Palm Springs for a special dinner. I can’t hang with the party club kids anymore nor want to. I used to chase the dawn and now find myself in bed by 10 p.m. on most nights. And the fact that I’m entering a national pageant to have the responsibly of staying out in clubs to wee hours as the first Mr. All American Gent makes me giggle quietly. Bring on the Red Bull, I’ll need wings.

Happy Birthday

Last evening a few close friends came over for an impromptu birthday moment which made me feel very special. We toasted the new year ahead and to me, of course. I don’t normally make any deal about turning another year but I thought, why not?! The next few months are geared directly towards the pageant and as my drag closet explodes with costumery, anticipation and excitement continues to grow within. I’m so ready for this. My DJ Mac Valentine is putting fierce finishing touches on my talent mixes while I discover E6000 glue worms around my knuckles from bodacious blinging. Category is… Project Runway Realness.

Overall, the past year has been really good. Health-wise: I’m still standing on my own two and smiling. Work-wise: I just passed the 8-year-mark and am happy to be where I am. I feel appreciated. Family-wise: Jacques and I have never been stronger and the furry little ones are spoiled like only dogs can be by two fabulous daddies. Pageant-wise: Generous sponsors have provided me the means to bring elements that have never been seen before. I’m truly blessed.

Wishing you THE GREATEST THINGS in Life, Love and your very own Pursuit of Happiness. Take Thirteen!

THE REALITY OF REZA FARAHAN

I do fancy myself a creative blogger and word choreographer featuring fierce and fabulous dish and dirt happening in pop culture today. From celebrity news to reality jewels, I tackle topics not seen just anywhere. If it catches my eye, I love sharing my findings. If you’re still reading, then you’ve taken the bait. But wait, there’s more!

Coming May 20 to the ACE Hotel and Swim Club in Palm Springs is celebrity photographer (and dearest confidant) Tim Courtney’s annual charity event Splash into Summer Bash for Picture Me Happy benefiting terminally ill children in California. Monthly, Tim takes a group of selfless giving people to hospitals and offers the wonderful children a photography lesson with cameras and parents involved. This year’s main event has grown leaps and bounds from last year and promises to be the talk of Palm Springs in the next few weeks.

Persian stud muffin Reza Farahan from Shahs of Sunset on Bravo TV will be playing host with the most, along with gorgeous cast member Asa Soltan Rahmati and our very own reality wonder from Project Runway: All Stars Michael Costello. Music will be delivered by famed British DJ Eur-O-Steve with pulsating beats and handwaving by dance floor fillers without bright fabric fans occupying their hands. There’s an open bar, a fun photo booth and outrageous raffle items up for grabs. Bring your swim gear and splash in the pool to cool off from the man heat! Shirtless hunks and bikini-wearing girls unite for one great cause!

Unfortunately, due to scheduling conflicts with a trip home to Nashville to see Mom, my media pass will stay pristine and virgin for I’ll be unable to attend the benefit. Sad faces all around. I was shattered when I realized the event and trip were colliding. I’m excited about going home but I was also excited about tugging on Reza’s mustache in person. I find him super sexy and his this-is-me-deal-with-it-love-me attitude very attractive. I really do. Maybe we’ll connect in Los Angeles soon for a cocktail. But not this time. Again, frowns and pouts from my end. But I digress…

Luckily with the power of immediacy on the social network giant Twitter, I got in contact with Reza and bing-bam-boom he agreed to do an interview with me via the Internet before he arrived for hosting duties at ACE on the 20th. I was surprised and thrilled at the quick timeliness of Mr. Farahan’s responses. We stayed in contact and he replied within the week. I know he is busy running Sunset Boulevard and am gracious for his time. I quoted Reza verbatim with only slight changes for continuity. Here’s what we discussed!

Steven Michael – Your mustache is everything! It’s taken on a celebrity of its own. How is fame feeling with Shahs of Sunset getting such great attention?

Reza Farahan - My mustache is on ‘fire’ (wink,wink) and he couldn’t be happier with the attention he’s been getting lately. He and I are both thrilled that we have this platform and that we’re able to use it to bring awareness to homosexuality/homophobia in the Persian community.

How has the Persian community been in response to the show? Do they feel it’s an appropriate impression of the brotherhood and lifestyles and clear representation?

We’ve gotten mixed reviews from the Persian community. But I have to tell you that I could care less what the Persian community thinks. There are truly no 6 people of any community that can represent the entire community at large. I represent myself, period. The only people that I care about are the Persian/Middle Eastern youth that are struggling with their sexuality. I wanted to give them a voice and show them that you can exist, be strong, successful and accepted by your friends, family and the community. The Persians that make up my community are entitled to their opinions. The beauty is that I can count the number of people who’s opinion matter to me on 2 hands.

I really find your answers so honest and refreshing, Reza. Thank you! What do you find inviting about Palm Springs? You’ve been here recently for a few events and will be hosting the benefit for Picture Me Happy. Do you enjoy your visits here?

I absolutely adore everything about Palm Springs. It’s not just a place, it’s more like a lifestyle. I find that as soon as I get on the 111, I relax. The people, the mountains, the architecture, the weather, the restaurants, the hotels and especially the pool at the ACE Hotel (Not to mention their peanut butter pie), I LOVE IT ALL!!!!! I could see myself living there full-time at some point.

We’ll have to stay in touch for when you come back next time! What’s the biggest misconception about filming reality television? Do you feel the show’s editing represents you and your friends according to truth or is it sensationalized any? And when the cameras and bright lights are off, how different are you than when you are actually being filmed?

I can honestly say that the Reza you see on TV, is the same Reza that exists in his everyday life 24/7. The thing about reality TV is that they shoot for a certain number of months and edit out the mundane or boring. But everything you see on our show organically happened in real life. I am as opinionated and loud in my everyday life, as I am on ‘Shahs Of Sunset.’

How does the Iranian community view homosexuality?

The Iranian community thus far has ignored homosexuality. They act like it doesn’t exist and if it ‘pops up,’ they try to make it go away. I thought that by being my authentic self on this show, and knowing that the entire community would watch, that I would force people to talk about homosexuality in our Iranian community. ‘Here I am people, I exist, now deal with it.’

Finally, what kind of man would you want to spend your long life with? Will he have a mustache, too?

Great question. For some reason, I am drawn to tall, lean white guys, with or without facial hair. I think it’s because that is the exact opposite of me? But that’s just the physical component. My soul mate would need to be confident, kind, smart and he’d need to challenge me and keep me stimulated! ;-)

(that’s one lucky girl…!)

My appreciation to my buddy Reza Farahan for giving us a glimpse of the reality he calls life. I encourage everyone to attend the Splash into Summer Bash for Picture Me Happy event and meet Reza in person. And give his mustache a good tug for me! You know, for the kids…

BROWN BAG EATERY OPENS IN PALM SPRINGS

It’s been over a year in the making but the Brown Bag Eatery, known also as the BBE, has finally opened in Palm Springs. Next door to Coachella Valley’s very own drag palace Toucan’s, dear friends of mine have opened the BBE for takeout, dine in, catering and grab-to-go items including sandwiches, salads, soups and deserts. Yesterday I heard through the grapevine that they were having a soft opening and starting things slow with a major publicity push this week. Ken and I stopped by to grab some lunch for a me and a coworker John including a meatloaf sandwich (too big for just one meal  - will be having the second half today), tuna melt (for John), French onion soup, garlic cheese bread and a few yummy deserts of tiramisu and red velvet cake. Great choices from an establishment that is destined to do very well.

Troy Gregurich is managing over there and said he has already seen an influx of late night dwellers stopping in to the BBE for good food to soak up the booze and business from the night earlier. The place really makes sense with the businesses in the area grabbing great lunches togo and our party revelers needing a quick bite of something to continue on home to sleep and slumber. If you’re a fan of Marilyn Monroe then find yourself here with the decor styled to your liking. You’d be hard pressed to steer clear of the fabulosity being so close to the premiere female impersonators in the valley. One may never know who they will see running on stage past the big windows. Stop by the Brown Bag Eatery and see what all the fuss is about! And see if you can see a little bit of me in the logo. Troy said he fashioned mascot “Browny” after me and my fabulously graceful dancing ways. I can see it…

PALM SPRINGS PICTURES

Need a gift idea for a special someone who loves the local Palm Springs way of life and gay culture that can be found here in our warm Coachella Valley? Here are a few fierce and fabulous picture books that will make a wonderful addition to someone’s coffee table, home or office. As varied as the pictures themselves, the three titles below really show what our valley is about and gives the viewer a glimpse of the incredible lives many of us live. With Mother’s Day and Father’s Day coming up not to mention that unique individual that would love this generous thoughtful gift just because, these books are perfect!

Palm Springs Modern Palm Springs Holiday Palm Springs Living
MODERN LIVING
VINTAGE HOLIDAY
DESERT LIFE

 

ONE CHAPTER ENDS: “STEVEN SPILLS” 2008-2012

I’ve been asked lately by various readers, followers and friends what has happened to PULP magazine and if I’m still involved writing for them. One minute the magazines are on the stands and the next they are surprisingly not! Yes, I know. The answers are that PULP has gone online only and no, I’m no longer involved. With changing times and the deteriorating magazine lifespan these days, the publishers decided to offer the magazine in an online capacity only. Although, they will still be publishing a print form of sister magazine The Bottom Line available on stands.

When I signed on in 2008 to write a biweekly column at PULP it began as a who-did-what-to-whom type installment with weekend happenings and the local flavor of the moment in Palm Springs. However, quickly realizing that since I do not go out very often and the opportunity for social exploring is limited in our quiet town, I started steering my stories into the flow of hot popular culture themes and whatever was on my mind and psyche at any given time. Luckily, the magazine went along with what I was doing and a legion of thirsty readers followed and picked up the magazine when it hit the stands to see what I’d say next! Every once in a while I’d get some feedback about covering this or watch being too editorial  regarding that but overall I was free to do my thing and the magazine trusted me.

I wrote a total of 113 installments of “Steven Spills” for PULP, the last 4 of them headed straight online. I also contributed a number of cover stories  and features to The Bottom Line and hope to possibly write for them again in a freelance form. Not sure where that stands. Sadly haven’t heard from them since I sent in my resignation letter a few weeks ago saying I needed a break. I honestly felt that my column had ran its course and decided to invest my energy and interest into my own blogs with hopes in finishing a second novel. I almost quit writing for the magazine a handful of times over the years but always found the reason I never did was because of you, my readers. I always did it for you! Sometimes the brick wall was almost too tall to climb over. All writers feel this, I’m sure.

It’s time to do it of me. Thanks for being there and I hope you find me here with everything I really want to say, without edit of heavy hand. To know me is to understand that I am honest, candid, and surprising. As my words can slice and dice, they come from a real place of compassion and optimism. I hope (and know) people can see that. Thanks for reading! No Tea, No Shade. Peace Only. X

IN PALM SPRINGS TODAY

If you’re unaware of the local news and happenings in Palm Springs and the true goings on this weekend, then you’ve either prepared for the onslaught of Easter weekend traffic or glorified the moment of the annual White Party and everything it entails. I just finished a long week of busy-ness at my employment business World Gym Palm Springs. Every year we plan for the flood of circuit boys, twinks, men, partiers, wanna-bees and hope for the best. Being gay owned and operated, we are the premiere fitness facility in the desert especially when the circuit squirrels come in for the annual eXtravaganza.

PALM SPRINGS IN PICTURES!

I’ll be the first to offer that occasionally our out of town brothers who come in for Jeffrey Sanker’s White Party travel in packs of threes and fours and will every once in a while come through with a taste of attitude that leaves bitterness in many mouth as we all read. Luckily, this being my seventh White Party working at World Gym, I really didn’t have too much to handle along those lines but we were so busy I began shutting down in the last hour and couldn’t wait to leave for the weekend.  The men were gorgeous! Some so spectacular that they hurt my eyes. I try to look away because why should I stand in the line of many admirers they’ve dealt with before? Far be it from me to add to their heavy load of being worshipped for their stunning looks. Ouch. Kidding (of course) – Totes!

Now seriously, all jokes aside. Overall the men were great to have in and we love seeing them every year! Many return guests so we’re doing something right! I tend to just run the show and make the cattle-call event flow as well as can done between my hours of 8:30-4:30. Inked-up cutie Johnny Hazzard breezed through looking adorable always. Former IML Gary Iriza brazenly brought in a dozen Krispy Kremes for me and the staff. Sugar rushes for all! Former house of Halston and Oprah Winfrey gown designer Bradley Bayoud swaggered in around 3 p.m. while Scott Cullens and new beau got their pump on across the cardio deck. Bootylicious, B-A-C-K!

MODERN PALM SPRINGS!

But as I said, was THRILLED to be able to leave it behind for a few days. Of course, here I am typing quickest ever to be able to scoot in for a pump myself and a lunch with friends in town before the crowds rush through before pool parties at host hotel Renaissance and the Big Muscle party Desert Tea at the new Saguaro Hotel. The Husband and I are hanging very low this year and not doing anything much but visiting with a few friends and then a private moment tomorrow evening with Michael Crisp and a few hundred of his closest friends at his place. Worship him!

I did the events last year on a generous media pass and am able to know exactly what I’m missing out on and what I am most definitely not. With Easter weekend running along side the weekend blowout, there are many more people in town for the holiday weekend. Please drive safely and look both ways! You never know who’s around you! Rehydrate and Celebrate! NJOI!. X.

OUR PALM SPRINGS LIFE

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OUR PALM SPRINGS LIFE

These winter months have offered us almost every weather pattern possible. From the devastating wind storm that tore through Coachella in January to the cold snap in the premiere of February to our wave of regular warmth that has arrived, seasons change, indeed. It’s always good to keep a few layers near but always know the heat can boil you out of your clothes at any given time.

TOM JUDSON STARS ON STAGE IN PALM SPRINGS

On March 24 at 8 p.m., cabaret star Tom Judson will be at Azul showcasing his newest effort The Tom Judson Show singing songs he’s selected and retooled to celebrate spring. Tom describes his one man show as something reminiscent of the sparkling entertainers once found in Manhattan’s most loved supper clubs. As Tom utilizes the vocal chops and skills that landed him on Broadway and in many touring productions, he croons away dressed in a gorgeous tuxedo singing songbook standards and rare gems Mr. Judson sees well-fitting for this arena. His growing group of fans eat him up in every city and town he plays in as he shares anecdotes and stories of celebrity encounters past!

If Tom Judson looks familiar to you then maybe it’s because not only is he a phenomenal performer and stage actor, Tom is also know as Gus Mattox – GayVN Award winning adult film star and inked-up daddy stud to his masses of fans that lust and love his work for the adult  industry and studios. I met him once through a wonderful friend Clark at World Gym who introduced us and suggested I plug him, err, the show “The Tom Judson Show.” Tom was delicious as Gus and glad to see he has been able to return to his talented roots with a life after porn.

I’ve been checking out clips on YouTube of Mr. Judson and know Palm Springs is in for a real treat of entertainment when this man arrives to town on the 24th at 8 p.m. The show is included with a prix fixe dinner, or there is $10 music charge. His blog tells all! Check it at thetomjudsonshow.blogspot.com. And tell him you appreciate what he does!

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY WORLD GYM PALM SPRINGS

Speaking of World Gym! Happy Anniversary, members! As we celebrate nine wonderful years in this community I’m reminded of where we started and how we’ve grown into the premiere fitness facility for the Coachella Valley and our visitors, alike. As other gyms have closed their doors and basically pushed their members and trainers into our doors, we couldn’t be happier – or busier! We must be doing a lot of something really right!

I’ve worked there for over seven years now and when I tell you it’s still a treat to walk into a place of employment and enjoy the job that you do veery well. Our members are colorful and diverse. The staff is helpful and entertaining. Our intent is to provide fitness to the fabulous! And now we’re heading into another decade still offering an amazing environment for those craving it! Come join us! And ask for me…

THE DINAH 2012 DELIVERS LESBIANS TO PALM SPRINGS

Hey Ladies! The Riviera is calling your name March 28 through April 1 for Palm Springs’ pride and joy, The Dinah. Get your beach-ready body into a bikini and high heels, and find a good electrolysist or waxer and tend to your fuzzy mimosa down south. Just saying. However, if your style is more along the lines of sleeveless tees, cargos and Birkenstocks, pack accordingly. The weather can be tricky in the Coachella so bring choices for every scenario. A fun flannel or sexy thermal will do just fine.

This year’s “vag-travaganza” promises to be scissoring with excitement and entertainment including musical performances, pool parties and rocking until the wee hours of morning. Event performers and celebrities include Chaka Khan, Jessica Sutta (of Pussycat Dolls fame) and CeCe Penniston singing many hits including Finally, to mention a few. For all the dirt, dish and detail – check out thedinah.com and Club Skirts. The Dinah always brings in a great group of gals who want only to feel comfortable  celebrating their lifestyle and selves while thankfully driving needed revenue into our city. Everybody wins!

Just a heads up, though. For those hardcore circuit goers, please note that former weekend competitor Girl Bar has smartly branched off and will be holding their Girl Bar Dinah Shore Weekend in Sin City this year April 27 – 29. This gives the ladies even more girl-on-girl action happening across the nation. Rock on, sisters! Party hearty and celebrate life, I say. Whurq!

2012 © PULP

DEDICATED TO MY DEAR JAMES

It’s Saturday morning. I’m on my MacBook listening to a N’Sync song from a few years ago called “Space Cowboy” with the guys really feeling a naught-ass beat and Lisa “Left-Eye” Lopez from 90s hip-hop trio TLC giving the rap of fierce doom towards the end. As many of us reading this know, Lisa was taken away from her precious life way too soon. Fate has a place in everything and those who ignore that it’s present aren’t really facing the music.

I quite recently lost a good friend of mine James Bartlette and even though I wan’t with him before his final breaths, he will always be part of me and the friendship we had precious. He was kind, genuine and caring. He gave of his heart and soul always meaning well. I unfortunately gather that James had demons he dealt with like many do, although, he never shared that side of him. When I would see him he often had his head up, a smile on his face and an obvious spirituality in his heart while he practiced his meditation and exercise regime at the gym. He was quite liked by many both for his kindness as well as his attractiveness. I don’t believe he ever really felt that.

James was unique, special and a big fan of my columns “Steven Spills.” He would often say out to me “Hello! Mr. Spills,” as he came in daily to World Gym past me singing back to him some catchy chorus of The Saturdays, one of the many music in-commons we had. James was a great DJ and his mixes popular to his circle of fortunates. The last time I saw James we were so busy at the gym I only got a quick glance of him coming in as I looked up. He was heading into Ted’s G-Force Workout class and that’s the last time I saw him. He passed away later that evening or next morning, I believe. And like I mentioned I wasn’t with him in his final moments so let’s leave it at that. I want to remember him as the strong James I loved and knew.

People often provide only what they wish for other’s to perceive about them. Some are able to read in deeper and learn more about others but in a fast-paced world of social climbing up media circles and the ever-changing status updating of time wasting bullshit sharing, we often loose touch with human connection. It happens. We admit it. It’s true. I’m honest. Take a minute and reach out to someone today and give them a minute of you. It may help in more ways than’s known right now.

I miss you, James. I would love to have seen your face in person when you saw these words and photos. I can see the smile it would have placed on your cute face! I mean them, my man. We are sad you’re gone from the grasp of our hugging and loving arms. Please know you were loved because you definitely were.

“This is where My Heart Takes Over.”

Rest Peacefully my Dear Sweet Man, xoMr. Spills

SEASONS CHANGE

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SEASONS CHANGE

With this being the final installment of “Steven Spills” for 2011, I wanted to finish the year with a bang. These stories are from the heart. I just returned from a holiday visit home to Nashville where I checked in on mom, laughed with friends over dinner and drinks, and felt the southern Christmas magic I did as a child. However, as I looked around it wasn’t only the seasons that had changed around my old haunts in Music City USA. (Cue 80s girl-group Expose Greatest Hits for soundtrack.)

I moved on into the road of life at twenty-two when I escaped the restraints of a very tight Bible Belt and “graduated” to Atlanta. I say graduated because if one moved on from Nashville or surrounding smaller cities, that’s usually where they went on to. This was over two decades ago and things would obviously change over time but on this trip home I was reassured how much. I was continually reminded of how I had grown up and on into adulthood past a more simple way of being.

When I was twenty, I was working a part-time job here and one there and wherever else I could make a dollar. During these years, the shopping mall that was THE place to be was Hickory Hollow Mall. It was an actual event going! Where would you eat in the Food Court? Hot Dog on a Stick or Chick-Fil-A? Should you spend your allowance at Spencer’s, the arcade or Merry Go Round first? What if you see “so-and-so” and they act like they know that you told that something that you shouldn’t have but did and now they’re pissed?!

I actually worked at Hickory Hollow over time as a server at Ruby Tuesday’s, luggage store Nashville Trunk, clothing store J Riggins and Mitchell’s Formal Wear where I measured the inseam of hot straight guys standing in front of me in their socks being fitted for tuxedos. To see the place now, the crime-ridden empty mall, makes me incredibly sad. Sad enough to slightly weep to myself this last trip as I stood alone watching down at Santa Claus sitting quietly in his chair not a child to be found to sit in his lap.

The dreary weather that poured down outside didn’t help the scene at the desolate once-monumental mall. As the long corridors have begun to close in towards the middle due to inactivity, the demise of Hickory Hollow Mall is tragically inevitable. With online shopping flourishing and flagship stores evolving elsewhere, the once popular places of excessive expenditure suffer! Hello, maybe you’ve heard of the Desert Fashion Plaza?!

Nashville has grown leaps and bounds since my days of stomping around the knowing streets that still give me feelings of happiness when traveled upon. But the things that stay constant are conservative views, churches positioned every ten feet and scattered BUSH ’04 stickers that still adorn American-made car bumpers. We even tripped out to Opry Mills shopping mall that once homed Opryland USA, a fabulous theme park I spent two adolescent summers working at through stagnant heat while chopping off tops to plastic fruits that held sugary juice inside. With changing times, the theme park was finally flattened in 1997 and resurrected as a retail heaven.

Today, the still-closed shopping mall that stood against the great Nashville flood of ’10 has a predicted re-opening in the spring of ’12. But as we drove by it really seems like someone needs to be working harder because it is still quite closed. The Grand Ole Opry reopened rather quickly and has a full schedule of performers throughout the year. The beautiful holiday lights of Opryland Hotel located next door delivered some Christmas spirit to my mom and I. However, past memories of what once was dominated the conversation between us as blue and white lights twinkled over our car driving through the grand hotel grounds.

When I return from a trip home I always feel that I bring back with me another layer of my maturity. I see that my life is amazingly unique and the wonderful bubble I often take for granted here in Palm Springs shouldn’t be seen as such. Being back home in Nashville is an escape of what’s expected from me in the world I live in today. That can be a wonderful break. Just saying. I continually appreciate myself more, my life and those in it. I’ve come a long way, baby!

Happy New Year… You, Me and We.

2011 © PULP