I’m short. I’ve always been short. I stopped growing shortly after 5th grade. My boobs happily took up the slack. But I’ve spent my life reaching for everything. At the grocery store, I’ve climbed lower shelves to reach items on the top shelf. I’ve gone in search of employees to grab cartons of milk beyond my reach in the refrigerator. I had to ask for … Continue reading How High?
I don’t remember when the pain stopped. Was it when Tommy gently took my hand somewhere between the paper products and baby food section at the grocery store? A whispered prayer of heartbreak and healing. Or maybe it was later during a hug on the driveway. Possibly the next day with tears shared in the FJ. Or did it melt away with the meringue on … Continue reading Painless
A self-proclaimed “Lucky Fucker”, John Cusack sat across from me, chewing a huge wad of bubble gum and carefully NOT answering questions. I had just finished watching “Say Anything” with 1,700 of my closest friends. And we were ALL very excited to see John stroll onto the stage after the credits rolled. The next 30 minutes were filled with a moderated Q&A. The moderator was … Continue reading Say Something
I just discovered “The Rockford Files” on Netflix! Here’s what’s so great about that: A) Storyline? Who cares? James Garner was a fox! B) If you lived in California during the ’70’s, every scene takes you back. And you know what? It wasn’t always pretty… But seeing it takes me home! C) That catchy opening theme song. I can hum every note…and, again, it takes … Continue reading Cali Files
Oh yay. The neighbors got a dog to ignore. Quiet mornings are overrated anyway. In other news: hungover. Continue reading Bark
I kind of love it when random memories pop up. On a long cab ride, I found myself falling asleep when a nearly 50 year old memory came to me. In the early ’70’s, I spent the night with a boy. I was 6…maybe 7. He was a year older. His parents lived across the street and they had gone out of town, so their son Mark … Continue reading Once Upon A 50-Years
I recently returned from a trip and discovered a note from TSA tucked into my suitcase. Under the note I discovered a not-so-organized pile of clothing and toiletries. I may have to break up with TSA, despite the sweet note. Our differences may be unsurmountable. I pack like an Olympic Tetris competitor. TSA packs like a 12 year old boy returning from summer camp. Continue reading WTF TSA
Have you ever invested time, energy, money, devotion, love… only to ultimately be let down when the bottom dropped out? I’m going to answer for you. Yes. Of course you have. And have you ever wondered why your investment didn’t pay off, especially since you gave it your all? Ever feel betrayed? Foolish? Again, let me help. Of course you did. That’s human nature. … Continue reading Investments
Entry on quite a few pages of my diary in 1978: “Went to Betty’s house. Jumped on the tramp.” Continue reading Lady and the
Someone recently asked me what my morning routine was. My alarm goes off at 7 am, and then I immediately work out for 30 minutes. Some days, I work out for an hour. Hitting that snooze button over and over again really wears me out, so I follow that with some coffee and a bowl of Cap’n Crunch. Then a nap. Continue reading Early Bird Special
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