I read Betsy Lerner’s blog pretty religiously and she tends to throw out a question at the end of each post to get everyone yakking which I think is genius because it takes the pressure off of her. I try to do it sometimes but it feels awkward, like having a conversation between stalls in a public restroom. TodayContinue reading “Canned Laughter”
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Just Cuz I Said It Don’t Mean That I Meant It
Is it me or are the robins gigantic this year? It’s been raining on and off all day and these huge fat robins are poking around on our newly seeded front lawn ripping worms out of the earth like it was their last meal. Usually robins are such an iconic sign of spring. Their sweetContinue reading “Just Cuz I Said It Don’t Mean That I Meant It”
I’ll Know My Name As It’s Called Again
I dropped this blog like a hot potato. Left it like a runaway bride. Ignored it like a Hare Krishna in Harvard Square. Tuned out like some tool on a blind date. Let it fade away like my memories of Davy Jones until I was startled when he died. Hey Hey we’re the Monkees. People say weContinue reading “I’ll Know My Name As It’s Called Again”
Freedom’s Just Another Word
Today I saw a man on a bicycle. His thick white hair billowed around his head like a cloud. He wore a blue shirt and tiny white gym shorts. His bicycle was an old-fashioned upright, no lightweight racing bike or fancy mountain bike for him. A bright yellow milk crate was strapped to the rackContinue reading “Freedom’s Just Another Word”
Blue Plate Special
Today is Pi day. I don’t know if that means anything to you but here’s what it means if you have a 6th grader: Last night you were in Michael’s buying a $3 t-shirt along with $20 worth of fabric markers to make a Pi shirt that will be worn for one day and one day only, spending theContinue reading “Blue Plate Special”
Killing Me Blankly With Your Lines
It’s Saturday, and here I am again, facing the blankness. It feels scary every time. My kids are upstairs, one playing guitar (12-year-old), one sleeping (16-year-old). My better half is moving furniture around in the next room. She does this periodically like other people bake or knit. It’s like that old Helen Keller joke. GoodContinue reading “Killing Me Blankly With Your Lines”
Writers Anonymous
It’s my writing day. I woke up at 6:15 AM. I made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for my 16-year-old because every day she rolls out of bed to get ready and makes it to the bus without a second to spare and she doesn’t eat breakfast or lunch but will eat this sandwich behind her Spanish book orContinue reading “Writers Anonymous”
You Only Tell Me You Love Me When You’re Drunk
A few weekends ago I took a writing workshop at Grub Street in Boston called “The First Five Pages.” There were 12 of us crammed into a tiny conference room with an overcompensating table, literally putting our backs against the wall. We were an eclectic bunch, from courtroom thrillers to YA to feminist literature toContinue reading “You Only Tell Me You Love Me When You’re Drunk”
Do I Dare Eat A Peach?
Here’s how I know I am old. I thought Madonna rocked it at halftime. I think she earned the Super Bowl and Lady GaGa will get her chance. Given the choice between a diamond ring and a dishwasher, dishwasher wins hands-down. Just the thought of high heels makes my feet throb. I can’t stand KatieContinue reading “Do I Dare Eat A Peach?”
Who Moved My Cheese?
It’s embarrassing really. I’m addicted to cheese. Why couldn’t I have a cool addiction, like chocolate or heroin? No, instead I drool over St. Andre–an extraordinary soft and creamy cheese that’s 70% butterfat (yes, you read that right–70% of fat, from butter!). Or Cotswold–an incredible variation of double glouster cheddar spiked with bits of chives.Continue reading “Who Moved My Cheese?”
In the Chair 