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My mother clomped in and out of her bedroom the other night, giving me the latest updates on the events in Ferguson, Missouri. She was angrier each time she came out.
She’s been watching things unfold on CNN (which she alternates with QVC, her other favorite current events go-to station)… Read full post »
They say a picture’s worth a thousand words. Or in my case, a thousand pores and a pile of money.
Recently I was flipping through the pages of my daughter Mariclaire’s latest beauty and fashion magazine, making fun of all the crazy trends and ads – What a racket! Who… Read full post »
I'm one of the .00001 percent and I'm not ashamed to admit it. This means I belong to an elite group that's deliriously happy for the 1 percent who own me and also most of the country. Additionally, I am ABSOLUTELY THRILLED for anyone else who's more successful than I am.… Read full post »
“Don’t do it for the money because you’ll never get rich and famous being a ________” (complete the sentence with the profession of your choice).
How many times have you heard that phrase (or maybe even said it to someone) regarding a certain career, major or area of interest… Read full post »
So, the U.S. Ex-Im Bank.
I’ve already waded into deep water here; it’s lapping at my neck and I’ve only written two sentences.
A few days ago, I’d never even heard of the U.S. Export-Import Bank. Now it’s all I can think about. Well not really, but every ti… Read full post »
To think that for years, the subjects I most dreaded discussing with my four children were the twin bogeymen sex and drugs. All along, ‘twas God for whom I should have been honing my mental prowess.
I can’t believe I just wrote that. Dread! Mental prowess! Twas!&n… Read full post »
For 11 years I was married to a man with whom I shared a couple of fundamental values. This is, in my opinion, critical to a successful marriage. In the case of our marriage these values could be summed up by two places: The Shoe (aka Ohio Stadium) and Krogers. He… Read full post »
#1 LET THERE BE LIGHT! Now all you bitches bow down and stay down ‘til I say get up.
#2 My year… let’s see, Nobel Prize, Best Actress Oscar, honorary Ph.D. in Awesome from Oxford, People’s Most Beautiful Woman,Working Woman’s Mother of the Year, Stephen Hawking/L… Read full post »
Some of my fondest memories revolve around shopping. Not clothes shopping or shoe shopping or even Christmas shopping, but food shopping. When I was pregnant for the first time and took a Lamaze class, the instructor told us to close our eyes and imagine a serene, happy place to focus on,… Read full post »
It seemed like a simple task, bordering on mindless. I was out of coffee plus a few other things. Like cereal. We have no cereal. Please get us some so we can have our breakfast! This was the woeful entreaty I heard the other morning, made by my two younger children… Read full post »
Last week my 16-year-old son Woody informed me he’d gotten the results of his OGTs.
OGT stands for Ohio Graduation Test. High school students in Ohio take it their sophomore year. It tests their knowledge in all the academic categories Asian students have nailed down by the… Read full post »
When I saw the movie Rosemary’s Baby in the seventies I remember being horrified. How could a woman love and raise a baby she’d conceived with Satan? The fact that the father was the devil wasn’t even the worst part. He raped her. And that wasn’t even the wor… Read full post »
No one will ever describe me as tech-savvy. Ditto for social media-proficient.
I’m still on the fence about cassette vs. CD. I haven’t yet figured out how to program my VCR. Sometimes I accidentally hold my cell phone upside down when I answer it. Then I end up screamin… Read full post »
On a recent evening at about 10:30 I staggered through my front door after another day of skinning my nose against the grindstone and hurled myself on the family room sofa. I was mentally exhausted after an eight-hour assault on my ears, brain and morale. It had been the usual blitzkrieg… Read full post »
To hear my older daughter tell it, she had a nonstop, sun-drenched, surprise-birthday-pony-party of an upbringing.
This is news to me. But at least I can breathe easier knowing I don’t have to worry about her writing a damning, Mommy Dearest-type book - unless her three other siblings ge… Read full post »
On an Easter Sunday evening 14 years ago, I fell asleep a wife and the following morning woke up a widow. I’ve been ambivalent about Easter ever since.
A lot of people died that weekend, I know that. A holiday, especially the holiest, most sacred day in the Christian faith… Read full post »
Usually I perform my dog-walking duties around my neighborhood, late at night. There’s not much variation involved. Even when I take different streets it all looks the same: the houses, the lawns, the fire hydrants, like a cartoon chase where the background scenery keeps repeating itself.… Read full post »
The first time I encountered an erect penis was on a summer night when I was nine years old. The penis belonged to the boy next door which makes it sound kind of wholesome. And considering other first-time penis experiences I’ve heard since then, maybe it was.
The only time… Read full post »
Lately it seems like I’m being bombarded from all directions with stories about people who can’t find jobs. The newspaper, the radio, the TV – it’s turning into a job just forcing myself to grin, bear and try to duck all the sad sack tales of whiny folks who could… Read full post »
My daughter Mariclaire recently got cable and internet at her house. I had mixed feelings about this when she called to tell me the intoxicating news. In fact I could barely understand her at first.
“You’re not drunk are you,” I said. “Because you sound drunk.”
There are definitely speedier and less costly ways to discover painful, unpleasant truths about yourself than paying $173.00 per month for the privilege of renting the equivalent of a one-car garage. Then again, I wasn’t expecting to take a journey to the center of my psyche when I signed an ag… Read full post »
When I was a kid…
I’ve always zoned out as soon as that yawn-inducing phrase comes out of someone’s mouth. It sounds so pompous. So sanctimonious. So holier-than-thou. Oh right, times were tougher, kids were raised differently, rules meant something,… Read full post »
One Sunday night a couple of years ago I found myself at the crossroads of Bitterness and Despair. At the center of the intersection was my television. I was about to smash the cable box and spray paint NEWTON N. MINOW WAS RIGHT! across the screen.
For me television… Read full post »
My first thought, when introduced to my new co-worker at the insurance call center where I worked was: “My God, he could pass for Ted Kennedy’s supersized twin brother.” I couldn’t stop staring at him. If Ted Kennedy was cloned, inflated to an alarming degree… Read full post »
I’ve limped one step closer to having my torn meniscus repaired/removed/replaced or whatever doctors do with a bad meniscus. Today I scheduled knee surgery for March 6th.
The most exciting thing about it is that I’ll be completely anesthetized. This came as a delightful shock to me… Read full post »