“WHY HAVEN’T I MET TOMMY?”
That’s what my girlfriend wanted to know, as she forwarded me a weblink.
The article in question—a biographical recounting of my life—revealed a litany of fascinating facts. I’m a “world class” singer who has opened for folk-rocker Joan Osborne in Nashville. I’m a passionate adherent of Transcendental Meditation, which I was introduced to by my mentor, the filmmaker David Lynch. I’m a former executive director of the Connecticut Humanities Council.
And—most salient to my girlfriend—I’m also apparently the mother of a 12-year-old son who likes