This post is a sharp turn from the most recent posts on this blog, which have mostly described, in Nancy’s own words, the pain of growing up with no father and a mother who abused her. Sorry if this disrupts Read More …
When Nancy first met Frank Zappa, she saw him as a man of many personas: I don’t think it showed on the outside, but inside of me, when I first saw Frank Zappa, I did a double-take, worthy of a Read More …
Nancy writes: When I was a child, I remember often thinking I am the only one on the face of the earth looking out from behind these eyes. It awed me. Every cow, every turkey, every pig, every chicken, every Read More …