It’s Christmas, but you wouldn’t know it by my house, which has no tree, no wrapped presents, no fauxflake or stocking or stray spray of tinsel. It’s not because I’m a curmudgeon. I just started […]
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driving mr. schneider: my day as a runner for the bob schneider band (part 2)
(continued from part 1) I am sitting in the lobby of Bob Schneider’s hotel, waiting for my favorite rock star to finish showering and get back into my car. As I say this, I still […]
driving mr. schneider: my day as a runner for the bob schneider band (part 1)
On Saturday morning, while my husband and daughter share cinnamon Bismarcks and chocolate donuts, I am getting intimate with a roll of paper towels and a bottle of glass cleaner in my car. I wipe […]
she hearts guitars
When my daughter left the house this morning in her school uniform, she was carrying far too many things: a backpack, a hoodie, her lunch box, a 20-ounce water bottle dangling from the handle, a […]
happy, challah daze
Before spirituality became contagious, like a yuppie sickness, I considered myself spiritual; that is, I worshipped nature and “frolicked in the autumn mist” and babbled about the sunsets and the sounds birds make. But maybe […]
where are those angels when you need them? at ladies rock camp.
I’ve been raising up my hands—drive another nail inJust what God needsone more victim.~Tori Amos, “Crucify” Many of us have this thing I call the Suck Voice. It doesn’t deserve capital letters, but it demands […]
autographs
I recently sold some gigantic (18″ x 18″) enlargements of birds on a wire—three different shots. While I was signing one of them, my extra-fine Pilot Razor Point ran out of ink. It’s about time, […]
lists: another list (also a thank-you card)
I love lists—whether they’re in literature or song or even tacked to someone’s fridge. They tell us about other people while they remind us about ourselves. I once wrote a long essay about the list, […]
twenty-six-year itch
Two days ago, my mother-in-law would have celebrated her sixty-first wedding anniversary, had Marty’s dad not died a decade ago. This Christmas, my parents will have been married forty-seven years. Maybe long marriages are in […]
Ready, Set—
Today is the day I slough my summer skin, that sun-dried outer shell, and expose my gooey center, the one that gets filled with cake and challah and buttercream. And then I’ll swear off that […]
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