Sometimes When I Dream, I Dream Like My Mother.

It’s Five A.M. and I’m feeling very connected to my mom & grandfather right now because of a vivid dream that woke me this morning. I feel connected to my mom and Papa because they too had very vivid dreams that they always remembered and sometimes they were prophetic. My mom always acknowledged that I did the same kind of dreaming. The three of us had recurring dreams as well. My mom had a recurring dream that she told me (when I was 14) was about me singing in the then Soviet Union in front of hundreds of thousands of people. It totally came true when I was 39 years old – after she had passed. Sounds weird but I’ve had a couple dreams connected to real events that I’m not convinced were pure coincidence. And I always know when I’ve had a “special dream” because it “reaches through” and I can’t forget it. Ok, now that you think I’m totally cuckoo – I’d like to wish you all a good morning!

I sang with David Cassidy. (How it came about & videos!)

photo: Chris Deford

Dayton, Ohio 1970:
I am ten years old and in the throes of my first crush. He was a TV star of the hit-series The Partridge Family. Keith Partridge. David Cassidy. The most beautiful boy I had ever seen. I would go to the supermarket with my mom and make a bee-line to the magazine racks to look at and make my mom purchase: Tiger Beat, 16 Magazine or whatever other rags featuring him on the cover. If it included a pull-out poster – it was mine.

He was unattainable of course but I fantasized daily about him. His image was taped on my walls. The hair cut, the puka shell necklace, those eyes, that sexy look and smile. Sigh.
I outgrew my schoolgirl crush by the time Prince came along, but I always had a soft spot for DC. And as he withdrew from the limelight, I grew up. I remember noting that he had been on Broadway and Vegas but by then the news brought just a nostalgic smile. He was part of my childhood innocence.

Fast-forward 46 years to Chicago 2016:
I am on Facebook whining about Lady Gaga’s Grammy tribute to Bowie. My college friend Craig J from Northwestern popped in on the thread and suggested we record our own Bowie tribute, and “oh by the way, did you know I have been playing keyboards for David Cassidy for over eight years?” Continue reading ›

I sang with David Cassidy in NYC.

We stare into each other's eyes...

Friday, March 11, 2016: I sang with David Cassidy at BB King Blues Club and it was fantastic. Stay tuned for a full report!

Moving forward, taking chances with the solo show! (I have a title!)

Feeling the joy!

After my last blog of self-reflection and bemoaning over my lack of action in showbiz at my advanced age of 54 years, I have decided to submit my one woman show in a solo festival. If I make the cut it will be produced, mounted and given all the bells and whistles (production, stage managing, marketing, a theater) that I have only dreamed about. It will become a reality! And it is kinda scary, but not too scary. I feel good about the work. I have a great team: Arlene Malinowski (the Empress of the solo show who has helped me develop this show and is my dramaturge) Kay Alden (former head writer of the Young & the The Restless who has editing superpowers) Maverick director Polly Noonan and others. It’s time!! I am owning this! 2016 is the year!

Never give up! Never surrender! (from the movie: “Galaxy Quest”)

I’m getting old and I can’t deny it. Yet, still I dream of doing great things. Is that crazy?

Life was simpler then.

I feel it more than I can deny it. It is in my bones, my muscles, in the number of things I have accumulated in my house. I think about death. I look back on my life and realize that I have advanced past the age to fulfill a lot of dreams. It’s almost too late. Every time I realize it is my experience that makes me wiser I am confronted with it. I am getting old. Sometimes when I say: I am getting old I wonder if I should correct myself.

Should I be saying: I am old?

Should I just get real and stop pretending that I can make something happen? Continue reading ›

nigger, nigger, nigger, nigger, nigger

That is the opening line of a piece from my one woman show that I performed at the January Story Jam series in Wimette, Illinois. Wilmette is a mostly affluent, predominantly White suburb of Chicago. I entitled the story “nigger,” which tells the story of the first time I was called such by a White person. I have to admit that I had some reservations about presenting a story about being called a nigger to a mostly White audience – for about a minute. Hell, I told the world that I weigh 300 pounds in my “Fat” piece, so I figured: “I’m just keeping it real” and besides, I injected a dose of humor into the story, so what did I have to lose? It turned out that I had much to gain by the experience. Continue reading ›

My Words for the New Year 2016 and for 2015: Verklempt & Gratitude!

Singing for Redmoon's GCFF: the most wonderful photo ever. Photo: John Zich

Definition: Verklempt is a Yiddish word that means “overcome with emotion.” Pronounced “fer-klempt,” people use it when they are so emotional that they’re on the verge of tears or at a loss for words due to their emotional state.

I am Verklempt.

I’ve been trying to compose a New Year’s message but I am just so grateful for the love that I have received, the response to my Gofundme campaign and my recent sold-out show at City Winery (for starters) that I just end up sitting at my computer weeping uncontrollably. There is always the desire to discard the past year (if it was a particularly shitty one) and look toward the new: Put aside the past crap and move forward. Yet, I can’t help but reflect on the New Year as a growth of seeds sown in the previous year. Everything that has happened to me in my life has made me who I am. You can not truly escape the past. You can’t change it, but you can learn from it and approach the coming year with new hopes, plans and ACTION. So my New Year’s resolution is to learn and love the past year and take action to be the BEST I can be in 2016.
(Thanks Fred for my new mantra)
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January 1, 2016: Wonderful Night at City Winery Chicago. Photos!


Glorious. Happiness. Joy. Dancing. Laughter. Some tears. Fantastic dress. Gorgeous make-up. Killer band. Special guests. A drag queen. Music. Fela! Sold-out show. So much love. Continue reading ›

Little Gray Dots.

Little Gray dots

I should explain. The little gray dots are the seats sold for my Lynne Jordan & the Shivers Concert at City Winery Chicago. The other ones – the little brown dots are the unsold seats and there’s quite a few of them. I try not to go to that page every minute though it is bookmarked on my computer and every mobil device that I own. Continue reading ›

The Adventures of Permanent Lifestyle Change Girl: A Confession About Me & Food and What I’m Gonna Do About It.

I have been working out with a trainer since April 2, 2015. It’s been a big commitment and I feel stronger and active. I weigh 300 Lbs so it has been no small feat to keep this body moving and I have lost weight BUT before anyone starts patting me on the back I have a confession to make. Continue reading ›