Often in hotels—no matter where they are in the world—a peaceful night isn’t always a given. Not so here. They had put me in a VIP suite on the top floor at the end of a hall where no one or nothing could disturb me. Even though I wasn’t able to go out on the town and enjoy Hollywood like I would have liked, it was okay. Read more…

My wake-up call came early. Somewhat rested, I still didn’t look or feel like myself. Even though I’d slept in one spot with the boo boo leg wrapped and elevated, the bruising and swelling had had time to kick in. The white bandage covering the wound was now dried and stuck with globs of Neosporin mixed with blood showing through the layers of gauze. I had no choice but to change this dressing as I did not want to deal with infection on top of everything else. Read more…

It was about 12am last Wednesday night before I lay down to sleep. My trip was Thursday, the next day. The plane wasn’t due to leave until late afternoon so I’d finish packing and handling last minute details in the morning. I was headed for L.A. for the long awaited interview with Joshua Allen, the winner of season 4 of “So You Think You Can Dance.” These plans have been in the works for a while so lots of people were depending on me to show. Read more…