The Middle Ages: 40
I had been her first accident, or so it seemed to everyone but my parents. It just didn’t seem logical to anyone of sound mind that two people rapidly degenerating through middle age down a […]
Just Call Me Pocky
And for the third month straight, I have been attacked by massive, red, bulging zits all over my chin and smaller ones threatening to erupt beneath my nostrils (I will spare you the photo–couldn't even […]
The Middle Ages: 50
This email come verbatim from a friend visiting Hawaii (yes, I'm a privacy violator): You know that Wendy's tv ad where the red headed middle aged daughter of the original Wendy's guy owner talks to […]
Extras
I have a few Oklahoma holdovers that are too rambling to put on the other side (I think of Goodies First and Project Me as two sides, one less read and where I can dump […]
Two More
It's not a spoiler to say that Lane Cooper barfed on this past Sunday's Mad Men, right? (I am so against spoiler crybabies–you snooze, you lose, sorry.) Three days may as well be three years […]
Twos
I did not read Eat Pray Love, though I am reading Wild, which I’m afraid will be the 2012 replacement now that it is Oprah-approved. I thought I'd give it a try because I like […]
Threes
What gives? The first two women I saw on the platform as I entered the Carroll Street station yesterday morning had gray hair, weren't elderly and were attractive in their own ways (cool 30ish lesbian […]
Gray Expectations
I'm back on the going-gray-and-going-to-like-it-no-matter-what wagon. But roots are really ugly. I've wondered if anyone on earth had ever had their hair dyed, or rather bleached in small streaks and then toned silver or gray […]
Walking Dead
Squeamishness has never been my thing (well, except for things like using eye drops–thankfully, I still don't need glasses because I couldn't deal with contacts) but I'm being diligent about not clicking on any photos […]
The Alien in My Bathroom
As a big real estate skimmer, I've become accustomed to the overpriced blandness that is Brooklyn (and the less expensive yet still overpriced elderly immigrant chic of Queens). Every so often I'll stumble upon something […]