Bringing Vinyl Back...Again ALSO It's My blog and I'll Vent If I Want To

You'd pretty much have to be living under a rock for the last week to not know that I've (once again) brought vinyl records back to the Etsy Shop. And I'm not afraid to say that it was purely out of necessity, and no other reason. Desperate times, desperate measures my friends. The records I have been listing come straight from my personal collection, and will continue until I am out of the woods financially. It just may take near all of my collection, but you do what you gotta do...

In addition, I have spent the week trying to find a job outside of the home, something I haven't had in almost 10 years. Even with the years upon years of experience that I have, I find that there is simply nothing in between having a Bachelor's Degree and working the drive-thru at Taco Bell. I have exhausted my patience at trying to find a remote writing gig, the sheer competition--if you want to call it that--is beyond overwhelming, and I find myself defeated.

For the last 16 years, I have prided myself on creating my own job, if that's the appropriate word for this online retailing thing. It takes a mighty strong disposition to withstand the roller coaster ride that is my occupation. But never, in 16 years, has it been THIS difficult to make ends meet. And no, my monthly bills have not changed, in fact they've lessened because of my hubby's steady paycheck.

I started this business with a stack of CD's that were headed for donation to Goodwill. Seriously. At that time, there was no one to help me figure things out, I just did it all myself. I forged ahead punk rock style, as is my way. Now it seems every week there is a new Instagram bookshop looking for me to pimp them out, and give them all kinds of info on where to buy supplies, how to do this and that... Well anyone who knows me, KNOWS I have been nothing but willing to help anyone else out there get their start by sharing info and all kinds of helpful hints. Well, no more. That kind of generosity has gotten me nowhere but the poorhouse. Now I only look out for ME.

I try my best to keep my mouth shut when I want to scream from the rooftops at the state of the world today. We are experiencing unprecedented, volatile events on a daily basis, with no clear end in sight. I've been on this planet almost 50 damn years, and humans haven't learned a mother fucking thing. I'm almost ashamed to call myself one.

Despite years of cultivation, no one reads this here blog, which is why I am no longer hesitating to post whatever the fuck I want. And if you don't like it, there are a gazillion other blogs out there to fill your time with, if you're so bored.

Triple Movie Mini-Reviews #7 - True Crime Edition: Sins of the Mother / Deadly Intentions / The Rideout Case

It seems we are in a true crime boom at the moment, and although I do not want to glorify the evil things humans do to each other, I recently watched a whole slew of made-for-TV movies all based on true crime stories, and wanted to share some of the these gems with you, as they all contain familiar faces and may have slipped under your radar. There are so many based-on-a-true-story films to be seen, it will take an eternity to see them all. Here we go...


Based on the book Son by Jack Olsen, telling the true story of the well-to-do Coe family in Spokane, Washington whose son Kevin was convicted of a string of brutal rapes. What's most difficult is trying to decide who is worse; the son, played here by Dale Midkiff, or the mother played brilliantly and chillingly by Elizabeth Montgomery. Vicious, downright VICIOUS I tell you!

If there's even a grain of truth in how incompetently the police handled this case, my heart breaks for the victims and their families. The flippancy that is used in the film around the issue of rape is absolutely shocking--but not just from the police chief, from The Mother. A delicate subject, to be sure, but a valid point is made here about our history.

For those with sensitivity toward the visuals of rape, you need not worry. All violent scenes are very short and show only what is absolutely necessary to get the point across. In this case, it's all about what you don't see.


Twisted, insidious insanity HOLY CRAP! One thing I really appreciate about films from the past are their subtleties--every dramatic scene is not brutally slammed into our faces the way they are today. In some ways, what you might imagine is even more disturbing.

This is a story based on the book of the same name by William Randolph Stevens about a sometimes demented Doctor husband, played by the usually lovable Michael Biehn and his naive but well-meaning wife played by Madolyn Smith. The wonderful Cloris Leachman is the wicked mother, but we don't see the full extent of her evilness until over halfway through the film (which, by the way is a whopping 3 hours and 20 minutes in length).

The Doctor delights in taking photographs of his wife in her most terrified moments, only to watch them on slides while giggling maniacally to himself in the attic. This is probably his most benign act. And it doesn't stop there. Yep.


Ok, I'll admit I was reluctant to include a second film involving rape, but there are no brutal visuals shown here. I couldn't resist this obscure gem with both Linda Hamilton and Mickey Rourke. Even though it's a bit gritty and of its time, both play their parts so effectively, years before the height of either actor's stardom. There are several other familiar faces in this made for TV film, my favorite being fabulous character actress Conchata Ferrell.

Without getting too heavy, it's interesting to note that when the real case occurred in 1978, a man couldn't be arrested and convicted of raping his own wife. Also interesting is that as recent as 2016, the real John Rideout went back on trial for raping two more women. Old habits die hard.

In today's #metoo climate, this film is really important because the incident broke new ground at the time, and incited a new law, one that is now upheld in every state in the US. According to Mrs. Rideout, the film's depiction of her case was very accurate. One can only hope that someday we'll see these kinds of incidences as barbaric and unheard of in future times.

Book Review: Private Demons - The Life of Shirley Jackson by Judy Oppenheimer A Premier Biography

Premier: adj. first in rank or importance

Full disclosure: I was fully prepared to rip this author to shreds, purely based on a number of reviews I had read prior to reading the book. But from sentence one, I was engrossed, enthralled and enraptured at the unfolding of our beloved Shirley's life, warts and all. It is crystal clear to me now that the reason why the second biography of Shirley Jackson, 2016's A Rather Haunted Life by Ruth Franklin has received all the glowing reviews is because they didn't read this one first.

When I posted Private Demons on my social media channels, most people were not even aware that another biography existed. This is one of many reasons why I am on such a quest to bring awareness to vintage books. There is so much out there that will float into the abyss without due recognition, and that makes me very sad. Even within my specific niche, people are pretty much reading the same books, which also makes me very sad. 

As a writer myself (albeit not a professionally published one), I fully understand the scope of supporting new books by new authors, heck we all gotta eat. It's just that I believe people would expand their worlds and enrich their lives far more if they included even a few books from the past. I'm not talking about the classics, those are a given. I'm talking about titles basically unknown to the common man because they have been exiled to charity shops, Goodwill bins and the like. Thus is why I do what I do. But I digress...

Private Demons answers all the questions, and this is where Judy Oppenheimer's book shines; she gives us a very well-rounded view of Shirley and all aspects of her life, her works, her children, and especially the volatile marriage she couldn't live without (mayhap until very near the end) leaving the reader satisfied that they may well relate to our underappreciated heroine even more than they did before reading it. I personally will be on a crusade to acquire any copies I can for the shop, to help bring Private Demons back into the circulation of awareness for the die hard Shirley Jackson fans.