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Oh it was a glorious night with brash, potty-mouthed comedienne Kathy Griffin. She pranced on stage clad in signature black to the boisterous applause of the audience.
I was filled with girly-glee as she bounced her magic hair, preened and shouted, “Hello Fresno.” Cellphones flickered in the dark auditorium like fireflies while their owners twittered, texted [...]

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At 30-weeks pregnant I was directed to the high-risk antepartum unit by my doctor.
The trip to the hospital was an exhaustive blur. Forget preeclampsia, I needed sleep.
“Where do we check in?” said Jimmy after he braked for a red light.
“I don’t know. The emergency room?” We didn’t get a tour of this hospital – or [...]

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I’m your sign dancer
A dancer for money
I’ll dance any corner you want me to

Fresno has flair. And often it exceeds the mandatory 15 pieces – or in this case, dancers.
What am I talking about? You know … those folks on every major street corner jumping, jiving, twisting and, sometimes, skating with the ‘shop here’ signs.
I [...]