Life Doesn’t Fit in a File Folder
Follow-Up To The Cat-Eye Post
This giveaway was so much fun. A bunch of people left great comments and tweets. And I got to reconnect with Andra, the person who inspired the post! {weep}…
I'm Going To Do a Book
I have been writing a manuscript for almost 8 years. When I write that sentence, it is only slightly less embarrassing than when I say it out loud. Some writers pop out books every other year. Not me….
No More Bad Hair Days
In the days before mousse and gel and other hair care products, I used to pray to G-d to make my horrible curls go away….
Scorpios: Were You Born This Way?
I am a Scorpio. Scorpios are notoriously tough. People love us or hate us. Before I knew anything about astrology, I knew this. I felt it in my bones. I know I am my own person, that I have the ability to make choices. But I also possess certain traits that are nearly impossible for me to suppress….
An Opportunity For Dialogue
I have to confess, in my younger days, I used to attend protests. I have been jazzed up enough about certain social issues to actually put myself out there and march and shout and carry signs and what not. But frankly, the whole “Take Back Wall Street” thing has me confused because so many people represent so many different gripes; I have actually lost the message of the protest. Is there one unifying message? But this guy has found a way to do his part. And he explains it so nicely….
When Your Freezer Breaks
So our refrigerator broke down. More specifically, our freezer stopped freezing. The ice cream could not be saved. Neither could the meat. Not much else to do but write about it. And tweet….
In the Middle of October
This week I used a photo of an autumn day to inspire an memoir piece — in under 300 words….
The Terrible, Beautiful Tattoo
showed up without a plan, just a little design I had scribbled on a scrap of paper. I asked a few questions about the needles. “Lady,” said the man at the counter, “we ain’t interested in spreadin’ diseases.” Jed, the newest apprentice, was available. I agreed. Jed would be fine. What did I know? I wanted a tattoo….
An Unwelcome Dx
Over the last few years, I’ve noticed that after a day of teaching, my voice is just shot, that I am hoarse and I strain when I speak. At first, it was kinda cool: I sounded like Stevie Nicks, all husky and sultry. . . but when I developed a night-time cough and realized I’d lost more than a full octave when accompanying the piano, even I knew it was time to make an appointment with the Ear, Nose and Throat Doc who told me exactly what I didn’t want to hear: I’m a vocal over-doer….