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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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.…
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…
when we were bad, it was very, very good
As you know, I touched Kip Winger. And though my inner rock star is fighting with my outer groupie over this event ("touching Kip Winger? You should have been singing…
you know you have a fun job when you’re being paid to touch kip winger
I met Stacy in a bar last night while I was working. She told me I have a fun job. Stacy and her husband, Larry, paid two grand so that…
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