Have been on a cooking bender of late. In my belated, and perhaps misguided attempt to resemble a “mother”………a traditional mother, that is. One quite unlike my own mumbly peg mom…….Not that there’s anything WRONG with my mother’s rendition of parenting. Far from it. She was both mother and father to my brother and I.…

Sorry I’ve been MIA (missing in America—–& inaction) I’ve still been laying low, just not AS low. I’ve managed to include some exercise and outlining a new book. AND getting the gray out of my hair in preparation for Broadway. I’m also going to New York next weekend to present an award on the Tonys…

Well, another Vegged out day. (VOD) Today I didn’t ever get out of bed. But to compensate, I’m having a few people over for dinner. Amazing you say?! Okay, maybe not amazing, but true, in any event. I got a friend to go out and buy, “The Orphanage”, because another friend recommended it for our…

Loyal tribe members and assorted magic people,

Well, I finally feel like I’m on the verge of settling in here in Seattle. We opened. I did some press. And now I can do something else other than show related activities. (not that I don’t enjoy doing the show!)

I’ve been slowly getting accustomed to the lay of…

My daughter wants me to write a story about an impoverished mulatto from the south. Something I know little to nothing about. Something that uses my imagination. She says I write about myself too much. “You’re not going to write ANOTHER book about yourself, are you?!” I tried to convince her that I was using David Sedaris as a role model. “You know, baby…..little autobiographical vignettes. Not like a regular autobiography——-stories from different points in my life. Hopefully funny stories, you know? Not necessarily an anecdote where there’s some wisdom you learn, just———-“ Billie shakes her head. “It’s still about YOU!

My mother was born in El Paso, Texas. She was the second child of Ray and Maxene Reynolds, who had my mother’s brother, Bill at 16 and then proceeded to have my mother, Mary Frances, the following year.
One of the reasons my grandmother wanted to marry at such a young age, was she anxious to…