I recently had to go through the process of choosing an author photo. Naturally, I chose something that made me look serious, professional and almost friendly (though, I like to point out that I am backed up against a wall, so… uh…symbolism). Anyway, while I am delighted that the new photo makes me look less
“I can’t do this. I’m not good enough, and I can’t make people care.” Those are the things that run through my mind with an alarming frequency these days. It doesn’t seem to matter what the context is. Writing, relationships, job prospects– more often than not, my reactions are the same. It’s not unsupported doubt.
I’m not sure how I feel about this. On the one hand, I am lazy and this would eliminate one more thing for me to do in creating the illusion that I care about my room being neat. On the other hand, I feel like I should start calling the bed “Hal,” and watching my
Today, I want to hear from you guys. I want you to tell me tales of comments, compliments or criticisms that you have received that have left you stumped for a response. I’ll start. The other day, I finally got myself to the gynecologist. Let’s just say it has been a while because I like
As I reflect on my increasing poverty, I find myself drawn to web zones like the Yahoo! Real Estate section. http://realestate.yahoo.com/promo/10-cheapest-cities-in-the-country.html Do my eyes deceive me? Are there no cities in SoCal on that list? Shocking. Shocking, I say. It’s not that there aren’t many things to do in Los Angeles that are free or
I arrived a little early for a charity event on Saturday, so I took the opportunity to scope out the crowd. As luck would have it, a good looking gentleman of indeterminate age was sitting in front of me. He had two friends with him, who also looked delightful. I had two friends with me.
I get it. You’re driving down Sunset at sunset, and you are thinking, “I’m feeling mighty manly and invigorated by this beautiful evening—I wonder what I should do with all of this energy?” I’m sure, at a time when I wasn’t already dead inside, I also felt that way (well, probably not the manly part).
On this fine Friday, I give you the following question. What is the strangest gift you’ve ever received—or the strangest way you’ve ever received a gift? Mine works both ways. As most of you who have been reading the blog know, I am a delicate flower. I blush easily. There aren’t many ribald tales from
I recently found myself wandering through Rite Aid, and I ended up temporarily hiding in the condom aisle (as you do). First, I must say that things have really progressed. I had no idea there was so much variety. It was really quite impressive. So…well done condom-makers of America. But one label threw me– “Ultra
I’m off this week, but I couldn’t help but post this link to a fascinating medical reason for fidelity. Gentlemen… take note! http://vitals.msnbc.msn.com/_news/2012/05/25/11880623-men-who-cheat-on-their-wives-more-likely-to-die-of-a-heart-attack?lite Do something fabulous for Memorial Day!