For the last two months or so, we’ve been getting a “box” of vegetables from Suzy’s Organic Farm every-other-week. We pick up our veggies at the elementary school Ruby will be attending come September—excuse me for a minute while I get a tissue… Oh Jesus. Hold another second, please… Ah, that’s better. Off to school [...]
I was writing a post tonight about my recent trip to Southern Utah to celebrate my grandfather’s 90th birthday and about how it exceeded my low expectations by approximately the same distance between Ruby’s hands and the end of the rainbow kite she flew against a cloudless blue sky in the hot desert wind last [...]
“Aw, shit,” I said to the car radio today, forgetting all about my impressionable roommate in the back seat. “What, mama?” Ruby asked. So I explained to her that there was a big accident that had caused oil to pour out from a broken pipe deep in the sea and that it’s hurting a lot [...]
On the heels of the “ghetto-party” drama at the esteemed University of California, San Diego this week—which I will be writing about shortly, believe you me, oh yes I will—my husband’s business partner found a note on the ground, lost by, presumably, one of the University’s fine, over-achieving students. It concerns me how this individual [...]
When Playboy asked you whether black women “throw themselves” at you, you said: “I don’t think I open myself to it. My dick is sort of like a white supremacist. I’ve got a Benetton heart and a fuckin’ David Duke cock. I’m going to start dating separately from my dick.” Well, jeeze. This is awkward [...]
As I begin preparing to go on Euro Gallavant 2010—also known as Debt Fest 2.0.1.0, or Reinvent Yourself: The 21st Century Edition—I’ve been making contact with a few other writers with whom I’ll be sharing prosecco toasts and sunsets over the Amalfi Coast. I sure hope they’re not talkers, boy. I like my sunsets lonely [...]
Next week is Staff Appreciation week at Ruby’s school and since everything seems to be about Ruby’s school these days, I thought I’d share this gem, sent to me by my friend The Lethal Weapon. You know who you are.
The Gaydi Project: Oh! Here it is! It was in front of my face the whole time! Duh. Sam: Why didn’t she just look there first?
Ira Glass is something else. He’s smart. He’s funny. He’s nerdy-sexy. Terrifically so. In other words, my type. But my husband defies all adjectives, without the glasses. So you can imagine that when my mother-in-law told me—after I took this picture, panting, sweating, fanning myself—that she was giving these glasses to my nephew, Thanksgiving almost [...]