Conversations With Myself: Am I A Writer?
Despite being happily married, I haven’t broken my habit of reading the wedding announcements in the Sunday Styles section of the New York Times. But now, instead of just being interested in how the happy loving couples met, I’m curious about their education and the jobs that they have. Like the couple who met their...
Housewife Is Not A Nice Name
A typical Tuesday morning at my house. NOT. My husband called me a housewife the other night. Boy, did it hurt. Those words felt like the equivalent of him punching me in the stomach. It was as if he had told me that my last blog post sucked or worse, that my vagina was too...
Sixty Days
You know how when you haven’t done something in a while, and then you finally do it again, you enjoy it so much that you’re not sure why you ever stopped? And no, people, I’m not talking about sex. I’m talking about writing. On my own blog. I’m not sure what happened. I mean, yeah,...
Halfway To 90
I’m turning 45 next week. I know, I know. I don’t look a day over 38. At least if I’m wearing my tinted moisturizer and you don’t get too close. And I’ve recently dyed my hair. So back off. Thanks. I’m not a terribly sentimental person, until I am. And birthdays seem to bring this...
My Sake Cup Is Half-Full
Every so often, I sit back with a cup of coffee, or a martini, and think about how I can be a better person and improve my life and the lives of those around me. Sometimes I’m forced to do this without the benefit of liquids or even food but with the addition of atoning....
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