Celebrating The 10th Anniversary Of The Randy Report

Celebrating 10 years of The Randy Report
Celebrating the 10th anniversary of The Randy Report
Celebrating 10 years (!!!) of The Randy Report

As they say, ‘In the blink of an eye…’

Today – January 28, 2021 – marks the 10th anniversary of the launch of The Randy Report.

That means that ten years  and 27,324 posts later, I’m still here.

Who’d have ever thought when my hubby Michael said, “You should start a blog…” I would find myself in an entirely new career as a writer, journalist, podcaster and more?

By the way, when Michael first suggested the idea, my first thought was, “Great, so I’ll have two readers – Michael and me.”

At the end of my first week, I think I had something like 300 views of the blog (mainly from me promoting it on my Facebook).

Today, I get hundreds of thousands of views each month – which still blows me away.

The journey from ‘there’ to ‘here’ has been amazing and filled with surprises.

I remember I made this little video with Bruno the wonder dog celebrating my 1,000th blog post. Who knew there were more than 26K to come?

As I think about the 10th anniversary rolling around, I’m aware of how The Randy Report has changed shape a few times since the beginning.

At the launch, I was – like most bloggers back in the Stone Age – writing about my gay married life on what I then dubbed “My sassy American soapbox.” Back then, my posts were about a song I’d just listened to, civil unions for gays and lesbians coming to fruition, and a quick critique on the plastic containers of grocery store cold cuts.

Soon, though, my focus on politics and same sex marriage began to make their way here more frequently. And I began to follow the daily news cycle more closely.

Somewhere in there, ‘breaking news’ became a thing for me. God bless my friends who coped with me at parties when I’d duck into a quiet bedroom to post a piece on marriage equality coming to a particular state due to a court ruling.

Even so, I’ve still chronicled episodes from my life – my wedding anniversaries; my furry family members; losing 20 pounds quickly to get back onstage in Chicago the Musical as I turned 50; and my likes and dislikes of any and everything.

Oh, and how that cancer thing changed my life…

Because of my blog, freelance writing gigs came my way and the next thing I knew I was writing for ETonline and VEGAS Magazine and Las Vegas Pride Magazine.

And then about three years ago, I started writing for Instinct Magazine pretty much every day. And along the way, The Randy Report podcast took off…

I really do still have pride and enthusiasm for what I write. I especially want to thank all the awesome artists (and their publicists) who have helped make so many great interviews happen.

Most of all, though, thanks to all of you for reading The Randy Report. It would not be nearly as much fun without you all joining me each day. So, thank you muchly.

I thought I’d share my very first post from ten years ago. I remember writing this and thinking, “I have no idea what I’m doing.”

And some days, I still feel the same way. And that’s ok. #Life

Thanks for being here for my 10th anniversary, and here’s to the next chapter of The Randy Report.


My original blog photo for The Randy Report which set the stage for this 10th anniversary
My original blog photo

The Randy Report is my new avenue to get my point of view out to the world about politics, music, theater and anything that tickles me.

I’m inviting everyone to tune in, shout out and don’t be afraid to have an opinion.

Growing up in Texas, I was a pretty afraid of a lot of the world. Afraid to express myself, afraid I wouldn’t be liked, afraid I wouldn’t get where I wanted to go.

I went to Syracuse University for college – blinding change of temperature, tone and scenery. Opened up my world a bit as I got through four freezing cold years, spent over $40K and walked away with a piece of paper saying that I had done something.

I moved to NYC with my best friend Carlye to pursue dreams of being on Broadway, and eventually got there after serving time in many National touring companies of those Broadway shows I dreamed of being a part of.

With Carol Channing on Broadway
With Carol Channing on Broadway

In those years I came to deal with the fact that I was gay, fell out of the closet, fell in love with my husband Michael, moved out west, got married and began a new chapter. You’ll be hearing much more about Carlye and Michael in future posts on The Randy Report.

Somewhere along the way I realized life had taught me a lot about fear and it’s uselessness. I once heard the phrase “I’m not afraid of anything” and I really liked how that sounded. I really try to honor that.

Even if a little fear creeps into a life moment, I chalk it up to reminding me I’m alive. But most of the time, I try to keep heading forward.

I’m not so worried about what people think of me anymore, or what people will think of how I express my thoughts. I think it’s the American Way to live and let live, to honor our differences and realize that all our flavors create the best country in the world.

I have no time for people who have issues with anyone who is “different.” Different is good. And if you believe that, you have to take it to the bank. Live it. So skin color, hair color, religion or lack thereof, sexual orientation, age, blah blah blah…. it all makes life interesting. At least to me.

My dad with me (L) and brother Gary (R) heading to the rodeo in Fort Worth, TX

Short story: My father loved to travel and loved adventure. Before he died at the age of 91, he had traveled everywhere in the world several times over. Sometimes by himself, meeting new friends along the way.

My mother had passed away when I was five, so my father was THE grown up figure in my life. He was very confident, and throughout childhood I always knew I wanted his approval. I wanted him to be proud of me. To not only love me, but see me attempt something and hear him say “good job.”

When I was very young my father took my brother and me to Mexico for a vacation. For me as a 7-year-old, Mexico was a very different world. Other than a swimming pool at a hotel, I was scared of a lot.

At one point, we were on a beach and my father signed up my 9-year-old brother Gary to go para-sailing. They strapped Gary into the harness, and up and away he went. It didn’t seem like adventure to me so much as just plain frightening.

When the time came for the ride to end, my brother was so small and light in weight and the wind was so strong, it was difficult to get him down to the ground. It took ten minutes for the ‘technicians’ to get him down. My father turned to me and said “you’re next” and I went running away, crying. Scared to death. That was Mexico to me for a long, long time.

Fast forward to two years ago.

I was on vacation with friends of mine and we all decided to go zip lining through the jungle near Puerto Vallarta. I couldn’t wait. Loved it.

Taking a zip line hundreds of feet above the jungle floor was beyond exhilarating. The guides asked my name at the start of the day and I gave myself a nickname “Bruno” (my dog’s name) just to be funny and make my friends laugh.

All day long the guides cheered “Bruno” on. It was a great day. No fear in sight.

Zip-lining in Mexico
Me zip-lining (upside down) in Mexico – I got over the ‘fear’ thing…

The next morning, while still in Mexico, I got the call my 91-year-old dad had passed away in his sleep of natural causes.

I flew from PV to Texas to handle the funeral and burial details. In getting ready to speak at my father’s funeral – a daunting and important “one shot moment” at expressing something that needed to be profound. I searched to find the best and most “right” thing to say about this world & life traveler who never showed fear.

And suddenly it came to me: the memory of that 7-year-old boy who was so afraid of everything in life. And now – having just been in Mexico for the first time since the frightening age of 7, and without thinking twice – I was the one zooming through the canopy of the jungle thrilled at the adventure of it all.

I suddenly sensed an amazing closing of a circle and passing of a torch. I think one of our parent’s greatest responsibilities is to prepare us, consciously and subconsciously, to face life. To not be afraid.

Standing next to my father’s casket, I took a second, turned and said to my father and his memory – “good job.”

That story probably says something about me and my life. Tons of friends got me here along the way.

I hope people find The Randy Report, and read and react.

Feel free. No fear.

Thanks to everyone for being along for the ride to this 10th anniversary of The Randy Report

News Round-Up: October 18, 2019

Michael and I laughing as Olivia Newton-John officiates the renewal of our wedding vows

Some news items you might have missed:

The Big Two-Five: I’ll share the full details soon, but yes, hubby Michael and I celebrated our 25th anniversary together yesterday renewing our wedding vows. And handling the officiating duties was our dear friend (and international pop star), Olivia Newton-John. #Magic My wish is that everyone celebrates their 25th with as much joy and love that surrounded us yesterday. Thanks to the fabulous Denise Truscello for the awesome pic 🙂

• Deadline: With domestic box office gross of $83.5 million, Focus Features’ Downton Abbey movie, which features a gay storyline, has surpassed another gay-themed Focus Features film, three-time Oscar-winner Brokeback Mountain, as the highest-grossing title of all time for the studio.

KIT212: Check out what’s the what this week in gay magazines across the country.

Washington Post: Lenny Pozner, who lost his six-year-old son Noah in the Sandy Hook Elementary School shooting, has spent years trying to stop people from spreading lies claiming the massacre was faked and never happened. In June, Pozner won a defamation case against book editors James H. Fetzer and Mike Palecek, who published statements that his son’s death certificate was a fake. On Tuesday, a Wisconsin jury ordered Fetzer to pay Pozner $450,000 in punitive damages.

• Axios: An internal impeachment polling memo that was sent to House Democrats Thursday included specific messaging guidance: “When discussing Trump’s actions, keep the language simple, direct and values-based…No one is above the law…The whistleblower did the right thing by coming forward…Focus on the biggest issues facing families in the country, specifically health care and wages.”

BBC: Little monsters were agog last night when a fan who got pulled up on stage during Lady Gaga’s Enigma concert in Las Vegas lost his footing and fell off-stage while holding the pop star. Gaga didn’t seem to suffer any serious injuries and went on with the show. She brought the fan back on stage to sit at the piano as she sang “Million Reasons” and implored folks on the internet to be nice to him telling the audience, “And if anybody on the internet is mean to you tomorrow about this then I’m going to be very upset with each and every one of them.”

Happy 21st Anniversary To Michael And Me

Today, Michael and I celebrate our 21st anniversary together.  It’s also our 12th official wedding anniversary – we kept the same day of the year because I used to be blond and can’t remember too many dates 🙂

I posted  this last year and it still sums up how I feel.  I love you, Michael!

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October 17, 1994, I met Michael Caprio for the first time.

I was on the road with the pre-Broadway tour of the Broadway revival of “Hello, Dolly!” and we were in Minneapolis recording our cast recording. Michael was VP of Publicity and Marketing for the record label. 

“It only takes a moment, for your eyes to meet and then…”

It was one long day of me watching Michael from across the studio, and as I found out later, Michael kept his eye on me, too.  And boy, am I glad.

Twenty-one years, two marriage certificates (one in Toronto, Canada, one in Palm Springs, CA), one cancer journey and six dogs later – here we are.

We actually are very different people. Michael is very social and loves being out in the world; he loves seeing the world and meeting lots of people, and people love him back. I love our friends, but in small doses where I can focus on them and their lives one at a time. I love being home with the dogs in our own little world.

As I mentioned to some friends last night, Michael gets special points as he endures my emotional roller coaster ride with politics during election season.  He’s so calm as I yell at the TV during presidential debates.

And somehow, this all works really, really well.

I love being married to Michael. I love our life together.

Happy anniversary, happy anniversary, happy anniversary – HAAAAPPY anniversary!

A few pics from the short journey together – so far:

First pic Michael ever sent me after we met, from the set of a photo shoot for the record label he was
VP of publicity for at the time.  Can you say “cute”???

From a Mammoth Ski weekend after a long day of skiing

My favorite pic with Michael

First wedding!  Toronto, October 17th, 2003
Senior Justice Lauren Marshall was very gracious to officiate the marriage for us.

Getting married in Palm Springs, CA, right before 2008 election
Mayor Pro Tem Ginny Foat officiated the marriage for us right before Prop 8 passed.
We are one of the 18K couples who still have our legal married status in CA.

Michael’s 40th birthday party.  John Ganun, fabulous photog, came and shot the party.
The picture says a lot about us I think.

Happy Anniversary, Happy Anniversary…

Today is the 6th anniversary of my cancer diagnosis.

I’ve share this post every year on my “cancer anniversary” in the hope that my journey helps someone else going through this tough ordeal.

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The above picture was taken a couple of weeks before the “cancer journey” began. I looked at this picture practically everyday knowing I’d “get back there” eventually. Plus I like my hair in this picture.

For folks who may not know, April 7, 2009 I was diagnosed with non-Hodgkins Lymphoma. The good news is the disease was Stage 1 and I kicked it’s ass. The bad news at the time was it kind of didn’t matter – Stage 1 or not – six rounds of chemotherapy were in my future.

The first thing I said to Michael was “well, it’s going to be a shitty summer.”

In the end, I look back at a roller coaster ride and the many things that came out of the experience. First and foremost is my appreciation for the life and health I’ve had in the past and the fact that I’m still here. Until you go through something like this yourself or with a very close loved one, you think you understand it but it’s really at arm’s length. I constantly felt like I was stuck in a bad TV movie.

I’ve also met, listened to and spoken to every cancer patient and survivor that crosses my path ever since. I always have time to listen and let them know “no, you’re not crazy – it sucks – but you’ll get there.”

During the journey, I only told a few friends who had to deal with my day to day. In my mind, I couldn’t put this huge thing on friends who were across the country and already had full plates. It felt selfish.

Below is a Note I posted on Facebook the night of my last chemo round, plus a couple of pictures from “the ride.” It was in this note that I finally shared the journey with my friends. I wanted to share it again on my anniversary:

SUMMER ADVENTURE 2009 or “Everything You Never Needed To Know About Cancer”

Well, it’s about time… I finally put this all down regarding my Summer Adventure 2009, or as I got used to saying “Everything You Never Needed to Know About Cancer.”

In Early April of this year I was diagnosed with non-Hodgkin Lymphoma. A routine medical test (my first “over 40 test” as I called it) discovered what would be the beginning of a surprising, unexpected, sometimes uplifting and often depressing chapter of my life. However, this is NOT a “woe is me” story. I just felt a strong urge to share this with all my friends who have not known what’s been going on in my life this summer. For most of you, when we’ve spoken or emailed and you’ve asked how I am, “great” was about as far as I could go with this tale.

I also want my friends to know this kind of thing can happen to us, and we then face it and move on stronger than before. 🙂

How I Got Here

After first meeting with an oncologist in Las Vegas whose office was too cold, sterile and not conducive to healing, plans were reassessed. Olivia Newton-John, who is a friend and client of Michael’s, asked how my first appointment went in Las Vegas, and when we related the lack of healing “environment”, she reached out and made sure I had an appointment with the head of oncology at Cedar Sinai Hospital in Los Angeles – which became my home away from home for the past five months. I have to applaud the world class treatment I received at the Cancer Center there.

Olivia uses the word “journey” in describing the cancer adventure. I couldn’t pick a better word. Hills and valleys, ups and downs, long days to long nights and then dawn again. It’s a step by step kind of thing. I really want to share a bit about “my journey.”

The Bad Things:

Ok, there are a lot, but I don’t and won’t dwell too much on those things. I’ve been lucky – not too many side effects along the way.

I did lose my hair two weeks into it all but it will grow back – although I miss it everyday. It’s just about the only physical attribute I’ve ever liked about myself. 🙂

Thanks to all the anti-nausea and pre-meds they pump me full of before each round, I never got too sick. I did go through a lot of fatigue. Just collapsing fatigue. That made days and nights very long sometimes. Restless nights. Seconds crawled by. Dawn would never come it seemed.

The drugs also me very bloated most of the time. It was hard to look in a mirror. Not in a vanity way – I just didn’t recognize the guy I saw.

The one major side effect I’ve hated the whole way was numbness in my hands and my feet due to one of the drugs in my chemotherapy. It tool 6-9 months to finally go away. I couldn’t button a shirt or write a note or type for a long time.

The Good Things:

Are there good things in cancer? Maybe not. But the journey does remind you of some great things in your life. And in this case, those would be the friends who were a part of the “great adventure.” No over dramatizing here, but I wouldn’t have made it without them.

I made a choice early on not to make this whole thing too public. Not because I felt shame or attached some negative connotation to the disease. But it felt selfish thinking I would add to my friend’s already “full plates.” To tell friends that I wouldn’t see on a day-to-day basis anyway – well, that just felt selfish and self centered.

One other reason about not sharing this sooner: especially in the beginning I simply was not able to take more than one phone call a day or answer more than one email. My energy level was so low, I had to make the decision to keep things to my self for a while out of self-preservation. No reflection on any of you.

I knew I would be fine and I knew I would tell you all someday after all of this. And with long distance, there was nothing you all could do but worry. And I couldn’t do that to you. I wanted to save that energy for you all to tend to your lives, and also for us to celebrate this day that I finish my “great walk.”

Some friends, however, I speak with daily, and there was no getting around sharing with them. And they are my heroes.

Olivia Newton-John, besides being a world famous pop music icon and humanitarian/advocate for cancer since her own bout 17 years ago, became my patron saint of the journey. Emails, notes, voicemails, phone calls – it seems she checked in on me just at the right time, giving amazing encouragement to me to keep putting one foot in front of the other. She confirmed aspects of what she had gone through, almost to say “no, you’re not crazy – it’s not fun, but you can do it.” Her CD “Grace and Gratitude” played on my iPod almost every day. She is more special than the world truly knows.

Usually, I rarely could muster walking to the kitchen. But on the very last days ending a recovery period before a new round of chemo, I almost had a normal sense of energy. One day after round four, I put some Oleta Adams music on. And as the song “Window Of Hope” came on, I started to dance a bit around the kitchen. It took me a minute to even recognize it was happening. It was a very moving moment to reconnect to a part of me – dancing – that I hadn’t felt in so long. I eventually wrote her manager a note to share with her about my “window of hope” that I felt. Oleta herself emailed me the most wonderful letter saying “You danced because you let go of any delusions about your present condition (good or bad) and enjoyed where you were at that moment. And yes, you were ‘smiling in your liver!” I’ve loved her music, voice and writing for so long. To hear from her was magical.

John Genovese was with me at my first “outpatient” chemo-treatment. I had no idea what to expect and it was a six hour infusion process before I left with a portable chemo pump (I eventually named “Bumpy”). John sat with me and handled the whole episode with such confidence. Confidence I only pretended to have. More than once, because my husband Michael had to travel on business to keep our household going, John stayed with me in L.A., cooked for me, and drove me through the desert back to Las Vegas because I couldn’t do it alone. Hero.

Matt Zarley never missed a round of this with me. Whether it was dinners or lunches or going to a movie (something I rarely could get through physically) Matt was always checking on me, texting me, emailing me, sending me new music to listen to, getting me out of the house…. Telling Matt face to face about my diagnosis was one of the most emotional moments I’ve ever experienced in my life. Perhaps one of the only times I cried was when I said the words “I’ve been diagnosed with cancer.” He never flinched. He just knows me. He’s my brother and this time he carried me.

John Bell and David Burke are my best friends from high school. John, a police officer in Texas and David, a fireman in Washington state. John had major back surgery the day I had my second round of chemo. Both of us wanted so badly to be where the other was. But we had to be in our respective states getting the treatments we needed. From John’s bedside in Texas, David was checking in on me. John came out of anesthesia asking how I was. They both have honored me with giving me space to heal but also being in contact long distance, asking questions, sending good thoughts and planning a reunion in Las Vegas for us after all this.

I didn’t tell Carlye Hughes, my BFF of 30+ years, because she carries so many people through life. She’s the Rector of her own Episcopal church, and in addition to helping her congregation on a daily basis, her niece Gabrielle was diagnosed with cancer two days before me. My first instinct was not to add to her plate. It just felt selfish. Her plate was too full already. And with the certainty that I’d be fine, I decided early on that I would tell her after this was all over. But after one round, I just couldn’t hold this back. Sometimes you just need someone.

At the end of my first round, with confidence that I would be fine, I called her. Shock and silence on her end. OMG, I knew it might be selfish to tell her. I asked her not to come to the west coast. Too many other people needed her. Two weeks later she was on my couch in L.A. for my first “out patient” round. I was knocked out, fatigued, and she was the answer. For four days we just watched TV, she cooked my favorite foods from childhood, and talked. And that made all the difference. Sometimes your best friend being on the other end of the couch is the greatest medicine in the world. Carlye is my greatest medicine. Always.

And finally, there’s my husband Michael – my rockstar. There’s not enough room anywhere to express how he got me through this. What I can say is he made this about me at all times. Even though he was carrying the household and working 14 hour days in the absence of my income, he never complained. He constantly asked me to just “go lay down and get better.” That was his mantra. Dawn would come and I would get up to find the whole house cleaned and put together so I would have “order in my chaos.” He made everyday about my recovery. Whether sleeping in a chair in my hospital room in between working on his computer, to driving me to the hospital – sometimes at 4am because “Bumpy” the chemo-pump was malfunctioning and we had to go get it fixed. He’s just a rockstar. No other words. Thank you god for Michael.

As my cancer journey ended, I was more and more aware of how much there is for folks to do to help with this cause. In my small way, I encouraged Olivia Newton-John to revisit her amazing CD “Grace and Gratitude” and share it on a larger scale, which became “Grace and Gratitude Renewed.” She wrote a new song – “Help Me To Heal” – with Amy Sky, and re-released the project anew. I was fortunate to get to edit video from recording sessions to make a video for the new song.

The End:

The words “full remission” were spoken. But treatment/checkups will continue for a few years still to monitor and make sure I’ll be fine.

Up one hill, coast down another. One foot in front of the other.

Then, one more dawn. One more day. One day more.

Me and Bumpy, the chemo pump.  Looks like I have bad taste in handbags, doesn’t it?

My wristbands from each time I went to the hospital

Doctors diagnose, nurses heal.  JoEllen, my chemo nurse.  Bless her. This was my last day of chemo.

10th Anniversary of Marriage Equality in Massachusetts

Ten years ago today, the first same-sex couple got married in Massachusetts.

The first of many “happy dances” in my house.

A decade later, 17 other states and the District of Columbia have legalized same-sex marriage. The Supreme Court struck down the Defense of Marriage Act which had long deterred other states from following Massachusetts’ lead, and gays and lesbians now serve openly in the military without fear of being discharged. President Obama and many elected leaders have come to embrace marriage equality as have a majority of Americans. Just last week, the NFL drafted its first openly gay player.

While many have championed the successful legal strategy that saved same-sex marriage in the state of California, for civil rights activists, it’s hard to overstate the importance of Goodridge which set an example for the country in terms of equal rights and the freedom to marry.

For the detractors – you will note the sky has not fallen.

Congrats Massachusetts!

Heading home from NYC

Whoa!

I’ve been in NYC for a quick two day trip celebrating my 19th anniversary with hubby Michael. And what a trip!

Stayed at The Out, the fab and stylish boutique hotel that markets directly to the LGBT community; saw the amazing tour de force that is Betty Buckley in the Signature Theatre’s world premiere of “The Old Friends;” saw great friends Mykel McCarthy, Ashley Stover, Kat Murphy and more; and now headed back to Vegas in the “car” Michael arranged. See the pics. I literally laughed out loud. I’m blogging from the limo now since it’s equipped with wifi.

What an anniversary this was.

Whoo-hoo!

Happy 18th Anniversary, Michael and me!

Today, Michael and I celebrate our 18th anniversary together.  It’s also our 9th official wedding anniversary – we kept the same day of the year because I used to be blond and can’t remember too many dates 🙂

I posted  this last year and it still sums up how I feel.  I love you, Michael!

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October 17, 1994, I met Michael Caprio for the first time.

I was on the road with the pre-Broadway tour of the Broadway revival of “Hello, Dolly!” and we were in Minneapolis recording our cast recording. Michael was VP of Publicity and Marketing for the record label. 

“It only takes a moment, for your eyes to meet and then…”

It was one long day of me watching Michael from across the studio, and as I found out
later, Michael kept his eye on me, too.  And boy, am I glad.

Eighteen years, two marriage certificates (one in Toronto, Canada, one in Palm Springs, CA), one cancer journey and six dogs later – here we are.

We actually are very different people. Michael is very social and loves being out in the world; he loves seeing the world and meeting lots of people, and people love him back. I love our friends, but in small doses where I can focus on them and their lives one at a time. I love being home with the dogs in our own little world.

As I mentioned to some friends last night, Michael gets special points lately as he endures my emotional roller coaster ride with politics during election season.  He’s so calm as I yell at the TV during presidential debates.

And somehow, this all works really, really well.

I love being married to Michael. I love our life together.

By the way, I looked it up and apparently the 18th anniversary (in modern terms) is the “porcelain anniversary.” No interest in porcelain, thank you.   However, I do see the 20th anniversary is the “platinum gift” anniversary. I’m sure Michael would like you all to know you are welcome to begin saving up to send platinum gifts or jewelry when the time comes in three years. You have advance notice 🙂

Happy anniversary, happy anniversary, happy anniversary – HAAAAPPY anniversary!

A few pics from the short journey together – so far:

First pic Michael ever sent me after we met, from the set of a photo shoot for the record label he was
VP of publicity for at the time.  Can you say “cute”???

From a Mammoth Ski weekend after a long day of skiing

My favorite pic with Michael

First wedding!  Toronto, October 17th, 2003
Senior Justice Lauren Marshall was very gracious to officiate the marriage for us.

Getting married in Palm Springs, CA, right before 2008 election
Mayor Pro Tem Ginny Foat officiated the marriage for us right before Prop 8 passed.
We are one of the 18K couples who still have our legal married status in CA.

Michael’s 40th birthday party.  John Ganun, fabulous photog, came and shot the party.
The picture says a lot about us I think.

Michael and I: 17th Anniversary today

October 17, 1994, I met Michael Caprio for the first time.

I was on the road with the pre-Broadway tour of the Broadway revival of “Hello, Dolly!” and we were in Minneapolis recording our cast recording. Michael was VP of Publicity and Marketing for the record label.

“It only takes a moment, for your eyes to meet and then…”

Thank you dear Jerry Herman and Carol Channing for creating the circumstances that brought us together that day.

Seventeen years, two marriage certificates (one in Toronto, Canada, one in Palm Springs, CA), one cancer journey and six dogs later – here we are.

We actually are very different people. Michael is very social and loves being out in the world; he loves seeing the world and meeting lots of people, and people love him back. I love our friends, but in small doses where I can focus on them and their lives one at a time. I love being home with the dogs in our own little world.

And somehow, this all works really, really well.

I love being married to Michael. I love our life together.

By the way, I looked it up and apparently the 17th anniversary (in modern terms) is the “furniture anniversary.” Everyone, please know we don’t expect any furniture gifts coming to the house. (However, I do see the 20th anniversary is the “platinum gift” anniversary. I’m sure Michael would like you all to know you are welcome to begin saving up to send platinum gifts or jewelry when the time comes in three years. You have advance notice.)

Happy anniversary, happy anniversary, happy anniversary – HAAAAPPPY anniversary!

A few pics from the short journey together – so far:

First pic Michael ever sent me after we met, from the set of a photo shoot for the record label he was
VP of publicity for at the time.  Can you say “cute”???

From a Mammoth Ski weekend after a long day of skiing

My favorite pic with Michael

First wedding!  Toronto, October 17th, 2003
Senior Justice Lauren Marshall was very gracious to officiate the marriage for us.

Getting married in Palm Springs, CA, right before 2008 election
Mayor Pro Tem Ginny Foat officiated the marriage for us right before Prop 8 passed.
We are one of the 18K couples who still have our legal married status in CA.

Michael’s 40th birthday party.  John Ganun, fabulous photog, came and shot the party.
The picture says a lot about us I think.