I got one helluva souvenir in Vegas.
I’ve got my pin-up girl hairdo happenin’, and I’m off to the wilds of Las Vegas to chill for a few days. I’ve left kitty and the plants under the watchful eye of Dystopia, and warned the very sweet landlord he may see a girl covered in stage blood and/or zombie make-up, but not to [...]
See all of you shortly at the Fixx Reading Series, right? Great! I’m dashing that way myself in a moment, but you guys know my friend Laurel Snyder, no? The Myth of the Simple Machines? Slidy Diner? Yes, well, she and I have been talking about books and stories quite a bit lately and she [...]
Just this week, I mentioned the time I met Cyd Charisse, who died on the seventeenth. Years ago, I was a wardrobe slave at two different summer stock theaters, and Ms. Charisse came and did a show and was marvelous. There was a day we had a funny conversation when she needed help with an [...]
I went to Giocco last night for AirOne’s reception to promote their new direct flights from Chicago and Boston to Milan. This, of course, is fabulous news to those of us inclined towards wanderlust, as they’ll be the only airline offering direct flights into Milan. As I peered over their connection schedule last night, their [...]
I’ve read for years now about the subject of gratitude and I usually, I’ll admit, roll my eyes. Because, the implication I’ve gleaned from these essays and books is always the same, and that is: by asking me to cultivate gratitude, the implication is that I am not currently grateful for anything. And that’s just [...]
We must catch up.
My grandfather is back in the hospital, or he has been in the hospital for a few days and when we know the exact cause of his symptoms, we can decide how to proceed with his healing. Until then, we wait. When he was admitted to the hospital a few weeks ago, [...]
The Quickies! Reading was super fun. I am super-excited to read next month and hope some a-youse can come show me your smiling faces when I do. The delightful Ben Tanzer covered most of the major points of Tuesday evening in his post, so, I’ll only add that Mary and Linsday both read pieces I [...]
In this project for Parasitic Lit, I wrote this part: “when fires erupt in wires safe for years, when fire explodes and shoots into the night air, when a cigarette butt refuses to die and pulls down a forest; the fire simply ached for too long to be free and broke out of its nothingness”… [...]
