Or, The Case of My Dad and Neosporin I’d like to say, for the record, that I always thought it was weird that Neosporin had the word “spore” in the middle of it. That might have been, partly, why I always liked it. I also know that I liked it because my Dad was totally…
Garrison Keillor’s Voice
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“You can’t imagine how much a dead man weighs.” – What the grandfather of Gabriel Garcia Marquez often told him. Quoted from “A Writer’s Almanac”, March 6, 2009. I’ve gotten quite taken with the sound of Garrison Keillor’s voice on my Honda Fit speakers. His Lake Wobegone days are too sentimental for me most of…
It’s No Secret…
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… that Colin and I are NOT YET with children. I mean, you can look everywhere around our house for kids and all you will find is one very strange cat who will not, for any reason, allow you to pick her up. The curious thing about being married in the suburbs in Connecticut and…
Spring, in Wings
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By this time of year in London, I’d be stir crazy and ready for the end of winter’s short grey days. One big difference between Connecticut and London, in winter most especially, is LATITUDE. Stratford is on the 41 degree parallel and London is at 51 degrees. In terms of quantity of sunlight, that makes…
For the Love of Linda Wolfe
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Linda Wolfe and I are in the same boat. We feel lonely. You can get married, once or lots of times (23 in Linda’s case), and still feel lonely. Sure you might have a built-in partner who is around a lot, but never cures the echoes inside of each of us. I don’t feel “bad”…
Host Hugh Jackman Wins Me Over
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…And Other Highlights of Oscars 2009 The reviews of those “dastardly-long” and “always self-serving” Academy Awards shows are here, and as usual the preeminently cranky Alessandra Stanley from the New York Times managed to pass on the her “kind of fun” review. Sigh… I continue to wonder why someone with no joie de vivre is…
How You Know I’m HOT!
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Or, Being Married to an I.T. Guy is the New Black I went to a marvelous dinner last evening to celebrate the greatness of a few brilliant people, my husband included. Here’s one major conclusion I came to: I.T. guys are the new IT men. Metrosexuals are OUT. Nerd is IN. I am not just…
Kelly Ripa – Super Cupcake Momma!
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Let’s face it… Neither you nor I can think of a single thing we don’t like about Kelly Ripa. I mean, come ON! Witty, freakin’ adorable, snazzy dresser (but not too showy!)– she is the ultimate Gracie Allen to Regis’s 958 year-old George Burns. That’s One Cupcake with a Cause! When I started seeing uber-Kelly…
A Glutton for Facebook-ishment
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In the latest round of Facebook madness, I am starting to come to terms with my own problem with these waves of social networking sites. I’m investing quite a bit of time there and I am wondering if that time might be better invested typing on the Royal Futura and riding my bike. Background: I…
Updike, Redux
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Last night was the first real meeting of the literary discussion group I organized hereabouts, Bloomsbury West. Instead of reading in standard bookclub style — choosing one book– we have decided to choose a topic, ie. author, genre, geographical area, etc. Our first choice was JOHN UPDIKE. I think that none of us in the…
But No One Got Me a Snuggie
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My 39th Birthday, Condensed As most of you know by now, I LOVE birthday month. I am having a great birthday this year. Here are some of the highlights! My parents called me at 6 a.m. and sang “happy birthday” in unison. They also (I am sure this wasn’t planned) both said “Happy birthday dear…
What I Learned from … Love(ish-ness)
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My pal Robert at Middle Zone Musings has got me pondering my own view of Love. I don’t really think I can make a good assessment just off the cuff, so I’ve decided to revisit my own archives, to see what I think, and present my findings in easy-to-read, oh-so-romantic, bullet points. What I Learned…
Planning Oscar
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Well, it is that time of year again. The Nominations are out and I have, as of this moment, 23 days to get two big things done. 1. Come up with a quirky theme/invite for the annual Oscar party. 2. See about 9,000 films in an effort to, this year, FINALLY, win my own ballot…
A Midwestern Crossing
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Photographer David Ottenstein Stops Time in Iowa The last thing I expected to see when I went to a gallery meetup at the Ridgefield Guild of Artists on Saturday was HOME. The Radius 2008 Exhibition featured the best of their emerging artists from the last 10 years, and one of those was photographer David Ottenstein,…
Old Boyfriends Die Hard
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Or… How to Not Feel Bad When an Ex Won’t Friend you On Facebook Here’s the story about a really OLD boyfriend of mine (a-long-time-ago OLD, not practically-dead OLD) that I think most of you will like. It’s kinda long, but I don’t think bullet points are appropriate, so suck it up. His name isn’t…
