My Godmother—The Gaydi Project’s dearest friend from college—was visiting her sons in Seattle over the holidays. She stayed at my mother’s place which was fortunate for us, given that she’s a chef. This meant Sam, Ruby and I didn’t have to go the usual route of subsisting on Red Vines, red wine and weed. Far [...]
Because we chose to host a big holiday party last weekend and because we accidentally, shamefully went a little overboard with Christmas gifts for our daughter and because we’re about to take a trip to the Pacific Northwest (if we can get there), and because we’re likely to be dumping money into not one but [...]
My computer karma continues to deteriorate, going from worse to unbearably awful. I can’t fathom what I did in another life that has caused me to suffer so in this one, but I must have been pretty bad with the abacus or something.
I got my laptop back on Thursday night, complete with a new hard [...]
I’m not a huge fan of Keith Olbermann. At one time I was; I found his sharp closing comments to be a welcome relief from a media that was busy giving Bush and Cheney a collective suck-off. I liked that he railed against the administration and their policies when it was so dangerous to do [...]
I drove Ruby to school on Tuesday morning just like I do every Tuesday morning and as I turned from North Park Way onto 32nd Street, I saw these two angels standing on a corner.
They were huddled together beneath their umbrella in what had to be the first real rain storm we’ve had in San [...]
For whatever reason, I received a catalog from “Birkis” today. Have you seen their shoes? They’re obviously the toothless bastard cousin of Crocs (which I loathe just slightly more than cotton jersey culotte pants). To look at them is to realize everything that is wrong with America, an offense that is underscored when mom, [...]
I woke up this morning in what I like to refer to as Soap Star Mode. Just like Hope Brady coming out of a coma, I had a smile on my face, last night’s lipstick matted on my lips, all my makeup in tact, hair full and bouncy with just enough muss to it. [...]
Ruby, like many three-year olds, is a creature of habit. Every time she wants to watch a video—which is only at breakfast, lunch, snack time (morning and afternoon), dinner, weekends and holidays—she wants to watch Pocahontas or Mulan. Whenever we let her watch a video—which is only at breakfast, lunch, dinner, weekends and holidays (snack [...]
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