Close your eyes and try to conjure up an image of your first day of high school. If you are my age, and a guy, you might have tried pulling off a Duran Duran (or maybe a Prince) look. Ladies, I’m feeling that a “Like a Virgin” Madonna, or “She Bop” Cyndi Lauper phase ran
What all the other women looked like at the screening: What I looked like: …only I also had a jacket and pearl earrings. Sigh.
There is nothing quite like that feeling of seeing someone special across a crowded room (or match.com screen). You feel this connection, and despite all your reservations (which are mostly focused around you not having visited a gym in the last five years), you think that he could be the one. All you need to
I am fabulous at many things: Bitching, Bemoaning my fate, Being critical of my body, and Saying no. If awards were given in any of these categories, I would be legendary. They would have to retire my jersey in a ceremony full of pomp, circumstance and red velvet cupcakes. Sadly, I have yet to be
I’ve returned to Los Angeles just in time to take part in a terrifying ritual known as “The Table Read.” I’ve been writing a series of essays, monologues and conversations for the last few months, and today is the day I get to hear how it has all come together… or not. I’ve been told
I have an uncanny ability to remember the awkward, embarrassing or negative things that I do or say. It’s not that I can’t recall positive things– I do. The problem is that I remember the less positive with amazing and excruciating detail. Am I alone in this, or is this just human nature? Do you
Every once in a while, I gaze into my closet in the hopes of seeing something that might actually fit me, or that will suddenly transform me into a 5 ft 10 inch super model. Neither wish is any closer to being granted. However, I have the sneaking suspicion that my wardrobe has a rather
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the thoughts in my head: I need gray boots. Do they still make gray boots? The 80s were a great time for gray boots. Everyone had gray boots in the 80s. I miss the 80s. I feel like my mental capacity might be diminishing ever so slightly.
True Story(aka Things About Me That Would Surprise Absolutely No One) When I was young, I could not watch soap operas without running out of the room when the kissing started. You see, I understood that the people on television were actors and that what I saw on TV was not real. So, in my
It was mid-morning of December 30th when J and I emerged from the train in Venice. Watching the sun rise over the waters and feeling the not all together unpleasant breeze, we knew we had made the best decision possible. The day before we had been in Vienna—it was beautiful, but, as anyone can tell