October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month
The Sarasota Herald-Tribune ran an opinion piece I wrote in today’s op/ed section. If you want to read it online, click here: Break the Cycle of Domestic Violence
Season Starts! ArtSlam, Politics … and Gettin’ Gussied Up!
My Sense and the City column in today’s Sarasota Herald-Tribune is about the kick-off to Sarasota’s “season” of seasons. It’s in the back pages of today’s TICKET or can be read online by clicking the link below.
Welcome USF Sarasota Manatee “Creative Process” Folks!
I just had the most fun — spent an hour and a half talking with attendees of June LeBell’s Creative Process class at USF Sarasota-Manatee. The audience of about 40 or 50 asked the BEST questions and really made it a very fun and lively interaction … thank you so much!
And welcome to MC’s Reality Online!
In case you’re looking for those columns I mentioned in today’s conversation, here are a few links to get you started … just double-click on the title that interests you.
Twinkle’s Star Lights Up the Night at Van Wezel
If you missed last Saturday night’s concert at the Van Wezel … you missed a fantastic event! You can read about it in today’s Sense and the City column inside the TICKET section of the Sarasota Herald-Tribune.
Schascle “Twinkle” Yochim with Jerry Jordan at Mattison’s after-party.
Local Sarasota NY Times Bestselling Author Films Movie in Sarasota
Behind-the-camera scene from "The Perfect Wedding."
The column appeared in print in yesterday’s Sarasota Herald-Tribune … or you can read it online here! Sarasota’s “Perfect Wedding” depicts a “new normal.”
Community Radio is Alive and Kickin’ in Sarasota with WSLR 96.5 LPFM
Who says radio is dead!?
Read my Sense and the City column in today’s Sarasota Herald Tribune to learn more about Sarasota’s local community radio station — WSLR — the cool music, the cool talk shows and a couple of cool events to sink your ears into.
Sarasota Community Radio is Alive and Kickin’ 
Here’s a shot of me a couple years back at a WSLR fundraising event.
Home sweet Sarasota
This week’s Sense and City deals with some of the things I miss about Boston … and some of the things I love about Sarasota … like the beautiful “Butterfly Lady.”
Read the full story in tomorrow’s TICKET — waaayyyyyyy in the back and no, sorry, they won’t give me props on the Table of Contents so you’ll just have to dig around ’til you find it (usually next to last page or so, next to the Advice Goddess for which I receive no end of ribbing).
Or read it online by clicking here: Home Sweet Sarasota
Two Sarasota Bartenders Make MC’s Saturday Night
My new favorite bar in Sarasota is at Bijou Cafe.
Bartender at Bijou whipped up my fave cocktail.
Interested in knowing what I was doing last Saturday night? Read today’s Sense and the City column (Sarasota Herald-Tribune TICKET section, always way in the back pages!) or click here to read it online.
John Russo aka the "singing bartender" at Sam Snead's
No books for you! MC’s booksigning canceled!
Remember that Seinfeld episode with the Soup Nazi!
Well, anyway, no books for you! My book signing for tonight at Bookstore1 Main (in Sarasota) was canceled by the shop. They accidentally overbooked authors for tomorrow night’s signing event … so MC is out! But they were super apologetic about and have invited me back for September sometime.
Sorry to anyone who may have thought about coming out!!
Dusk on a Sunday Evening
Sunday night. Sitting outside in the heat — beginning to abate somewhat. The heat that is. Me? I’m not abating at all. Waiting? Maybe. For something I’m not sure.
In the meantime, I have squirrels squirreling around. Coming closer for nuts. Closer, then rushing away. Closer, then running. Isn’t that the way life is. The way we all are?
Bromeliads are blooming. And I feel good. The heat. The singular beauty in front of me. The rodents at my feet. Boomer is at the window, licking his chops and wondering why I’m fraternizing with the enemy.
Friday night were the Perseids. I was watching around 4 a.m., from inside this time. Prone on my couch, the cool leather giving a reprieve to my skin. Looking out the tall windows toward the sky. The moon, on the other side of the horizon from when I saw it around 11 pm, subdued by the clouds but still illuminating … everything: my car in the drive, the shrubs, glinting off the bird bath.
Meteors flashing across a Sturgeon Moon sky.
I couldn’t see a one. But I knew they were there. Flying by on their way to somewhere. Whipping by in all their immediacy. Their urgency.
Make a wish. Quick. All the more reason if you can’t see them.