You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better.Anne Lamott This has always been my writing mantra. When your entire writing identity is telling embarrassing, painful, raw true stories about your life you have to decide just how many other … Continue reading Will a face mask protect me from Attention Whores?
I'm not gonna lie -- today is a really sad day. Not only because it's the deadliest day of the COVID-19 outbreak, but because my fears have been realized. Much as I predicted in 2016, there is a substantial chance Trump will be re-elected. Hope is dead. Since 2015 I have been a proud supporter … Continue reading There’s still time for guillotines
Tonight I was looking back through the pictures of my trip to Spain and one jumped out at me as absolutely capturing my mood right now: I had taken a three-hour bus ride at the crack of dawn to visit Gibraltar, just to tick another country off my travel list. But really the main motivation … Continue reading Touched by a monkey
I've tried to stay upbeat about this pandemic. As I've written previously, there are silver linings to be found in it. And I think most people are finding it to be a much needed forced time to reassess their goals and lives. But I've been rapidly approaching a breaking point in the last couple days. … Continue reading Holding on by a string
Every birthday I reach a point where I think "I'm old. I need to just accept that I'm old and can't lose weight." And then Jennifer Lopez at 51 rocks a stripper pole at the Super Bowl in a bedazzled G-string and I think maybe I'm underachieving a bit. Not that I'm going to put … Continue reading Don’t tell me food doesn’t love me
What am I afraid of? If you asked me that question a year ago I would have recited a litany of things. Snakes. Drowning. Vampires. Public speaking. Dying alone. Menopause. Finding a dead mouse in my take-out. Ruth Bader Ginsburg dying. Chelsea being relegated. My mother sneaking veal into her meatballs. Saints Matthew, Matthias, Bartholemew, … Continue reading Fear is a four-letter word
I tend to be more New Agey when faced with natural disasters or personal struggles. I'm one who always looks for a life lesson from challenges beyond my control. It's not that I'm a cheerful optimist. I need to solve the problem, even if the only explanation I can construct is something intangible. The COVID-19 … Continue reading Shiny objects in the darkness
I was born for this Coronavirus crisis. My office is in full-blown panic mode. You can't walk five feet without seeing a bottle of hand sanitizer and a sign warning you not to shake hands, or wash your hands for 20 seconds, cover your mouth when you sneeze, eat your broccoli but don't eat the … Continue reading You say quarantine like it’s a bad thing…
I sat down tonight to write my annual birthday post. In preparation I decided to go back and read my previous ones, and realized I didn't even do one last year. So maybe it isn't even some ritual I am compelled to do after all? However, given my lack of inspiration to write consistently over … Continue reading 45….When the fuck did that happen?
There are many things I dislike. Vegetables in my dessert. Non-alcoholic beverages. The sun. Hunters. People. I overlook this for one day every summer when I sweat like a whore in a church and push my way through 70,000 of the rudest people in the world, seeing as it is in New York. I’m talking … Continue reading Why I don’t leave my house