My friends, family, and especially my two daughters know how much I love my MJ (Michael Jackson, if you really have to ask). Even my daughters’ friends tease me about it. At one sleepover, Leni’s friend June, upon spotting my MJ pajama top, said, “You’re really obsessed with Michael Jackson aren’t you? That’s kind of bizarre.”
Yes, lovely June, at age 10, was a bit precocious, but, perhaps not far off the mark. It’s not like I live in a home stuffed with MJ memorabilia, but when he passed away, I pulled out the box in my basement stuffed with magazines, two MJ dolls (still in the box), t-shirts, pins and MJ trading cards, and kept a few things out around the house to remind me of him, and his greatness as an entertainer.
I had loved Michael since I was eight, and when I was a mature ten years old, I conjured up all kinds of fantasies on how we would meet and then marry. This is my favorite, one that I thought up when my family was planning a vacation to California, and the one I thought had the most chance of working: […]