I’m not rich. At least not in the monetary sense. But on this, the first day of spring, I sat out back with my kid and my dog and my camera and the birds and the reggae and a picnic and a few mud pies and dammit if I wasn’t as happy as I’ve ever [...]
Today I’m recommending you read this open letter to AIG. It was cathartic reading it, so it must have been cathartic writing it. Melanie put a breathtaking human face to the story and now, I’m going to add another one: I like her ending, only I wouldn’t have been so polite as to use asterisks. [...]
Madison High School student Charles Spencer plays a tuba held together by duct tape. His school is too broke to fix the instrument, and with pending budget cuts, the prospect of Spencer—who was featured in a recent story by the online news website Voice of San Diego—having a music class during which to play his [...]
At the noodging—and prodding and guilting and arm-twisting—of my friends Stacy and Mary, I applied to the Sirenland Writers Conference last autumn. Mine was a last minute application and I mean that in a very literal sense, as I waited until the last hour of the last day of the application window to gather and [...]
Me: Ruby? Do you have an “F” for frog? Ruby: Nope. Go fish…Mama? Do you have a “Z” for zebra? Me: Sorry, honey. Go fish. Ruby: Tutu’s turn! Tutu: Ruby? Do you have a “V” for vagina?
But here’s what I’m listening to as I get ready in the dark.
My friend Mrs. G. of the now shuttered Derfwad Manor, has started up her very own online magazine and has included me amongst the first of her guest writers for the launch. I may be taking on a more permanent role over there, which means I’ll sleep when I’m dead, but I couldn’t be more [...]
I’m sorry but maybe Chadi Moussa should have bought just a little less house when times were good? What I’m saying is, I do not feel terribly compassionate for the plight of this luxury car dealer. Am I supposed to? “He bought his home in 2005 for $2.24 million, with a down payment of more [...]
For her first birthday, Ruby’s aunties gave her a fish tank, effectively subverting one of the Belfer bylaws: There will be no pets that shit in the house. Of course, once Ruby saw the fish, they were here to stay. When her aunties suggested that birthday No. 1 could be topped only with a kitten [...]
This is NexactlySFW, but only because of the language (just turn down the V a little bit). And it’s also probably not very safe for any feminists without a sense of humor. But if you’re pissed off this morning because you learned, during day-care-drop-off, that post-doc fellows at UCSD pay less than half what you [...]