This weekend at the Calabasas Pumpkin Festival, my lovely, normally sane, friend asked me if it would be okay if she gave my phone number to her friend (who I had jokingly been calling my boyfriend for six months since he had been unavailable and unthreatening… unlike now). I can only assume that the pumpkin
I’ve been freelancing out in the world, so weekends once again have meaning for me, and it never fails to surprise me when Sunday night rolls around again. Not because I dread Monday, but because I always think I’m going to be more productive over the weekends than I am. I go into every Friday
I feel like I’ve spent the last decade trying very hard not to take up too much space. We could blame Los Angeles and aging for part of the angst. Fighting my ever expanding waist and thighs as the decade flew by was no easy feat, particularly given my love for all things wine, chocolate
Over the last couple of weeks, I’ve started paying attention to music videos in a way I really haven’t since the good old days of Friday Night Videos. This is what I’ve learned so far. Videos by female artists tend to be romantic. Unless they are break up videos, the men seem courageous, honorable and
So, it’s a Monday, and you are back at work. Perhaps you never left and actually worked all weekend. Never mind, it’s still a Monday. For the lucky and the brave among you, you are stretching, excited and anticipating the challenges of the week ahead. Nearly everyone else has spent the morning saying, “Why God
Among the truly strange and wonderful things on my iPod is this article set to music by Baz Luhrmann. It’s a musical rendition of an article published in the Chicago Tribune called “Advice, Like Youth, Probably Just Wasted on the Young” by Mary Schmich. For some reason, this never fails to cheer me, and as
When I was teenager, I loved the movie Same time, Next Year. It starred Alan Alda and Ellen Burstyn. They meet each other one weekend at an inn and end up in bed together—which wouldn’t be particularly noteworthy except that they are both married to other people. Despite that, they agree to meet once a
Someone needs to invent a way for me to write in the shower. Paper doesn’t work (I’ve tried jumping out of the shower to write stuff down, but all that seems to do is make a mess). I’m pretty sure I shouldn’t take a computer in there (particularly since my laptop battery no longer charges,
You might not know this about me, but I love James Bond. I love everything from the gadgets to the tux. Naturally, when I saw this, I laughed. I wonder if it’s too late to be a bond girl. Surely, it is past time to introduce an elderly, lumpy bond girl. Where’s my agent? Get
I saw this video, and it made me a little teary… if by a little, I meant a sobbing mess. In my defense, it was also late, and I was out of ice cream. Anyway, I love that he made her feel like a princess. I know how that is. It totally reminded me of