Posts Tagged‘Oprah’

“Oprah Church”

For a time in the 1990s and early 2000s, an entire international generation of us all went to the same church. If you lived in Houston, Texas, church was Monday through Friday at 4 pm.  “Oprah Church,” a.k.a  The Oprah Winfrey Show, was divinely timed, as there is nothing else you could or wanted to do in Houston most days at 4 pm. It was simply too hot to venture out at that time of day, and yet too early for frozen adult beverages and chips with queso. History will remember Oprah as a great humanitarian and spiritual teacher. It is because of her singular extraordinary voice that we are witnessing the unprecedented flowering of consciousness that the…

Genius, “Timothy Hutton Pain,” and Oprah

Boylston Street, circa 1990. Me sitting in an exceedingly small, ultra fancy, hair salon getting highlights. I was full-on miserable trapped beneath a large black cape with hundreds of pieces of foil in my hair. From the ammonia and other chemicals, I smelled like an industrial accident. My eyes burned so badly that they were watering causing an epic mascara tragedy—black streaks all over my pasty white winter skin. I had a weird Johnny Depp anti-hero thing going on. Did I yet mention that the space was tiny? As if my worst nightmare was coming true, in walks the most amazing human. Something extraordinary and magical about him. Yes, very good-looking, but there was something…