Groping Marlon Brando’s Face: A Long-overdue Confession by Sharon Rockey I can’t recall exactly what triggered the incident, but it started like this: I was leaning against a sofa in a dimly lit room . . . gazing down at the face of a sleeping Marlon Brando . . . unable to resist the urge to do the unthinkable. Now, let me make one thing perfectly clear — none of what happened...
I Experience the Jimi Hendrix Experience: Remembering Mitch Mitchell and Jimi
I Experience the Jimi Hendrix Experience: Remembering Mitch Mitchell and Jimi by Sharon Rockey When I read that Mitch Mitchell, the last remaining member of The Jimi Hendrix Experience, had died in his Benson Hotel room in Portland, all the memories came flooding back. I remembered our conversation aboard the flight from New York to L.A., his soft-spoken, gentle demeanor. While we talked, Hendrix...
Angels on the Highway: The Floods of ’95
Note: When the Russian River overflowed the banks during one of Northern California’s most violent storms, residents fled for higher ground. This story is not about them. It’s about me, a single woman who was simply trying to drive herself home through the storm, and on the way discovered that in the midst of seeming calamity, gentle hands were at work. Angels on the Highway: The...