Author: Leigh Grissom

It's been seven months. Seven months since this fucking virus locked the doors of the nursing home. Seven months since I've seen my father for more than the occasional FaceTime call (something I'm forever grateful to his nurse for setting up for us.) At long last,...

Hey, it's my blog, and I can mope if I want. I encountered the phrase "Creative Misfit" this week. It's really made me think. I've been struggling with "what's my place on this virus-wracked blue marble" and I have to admit that even the title Misfit...

A day which will live in music infamy. I wasn't watching when MTV took to the airwaves; being from a reeeeeeeely small town in Texas, we didn't have access to MTV until it hit our cable provider. I was lucky -- my forever friend lived far...

It's been a hell of a day. I said goodbye to a Good Woman, stolen by cancer at the too-young age of 60. I was sitting here staring at the picture taken of her and her husband at my signing for SABRE-6, and ...

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