Category Archives: love

Green Rihanna Creepers: A Love Story

If you live in the world of pop culture and fashion, you know all too well that the green suede Puma creepers by Rihanna are the new holy grail. And you’ve been anxiously awaiting May 26, when they were scheduled … Continue reading

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My Prince

I thought of him as my own Prince, the voice I danced to in my living room when nobody I knew liked Dirty Mind except for me. On New Year’s Eve at the close of 1998, we went to an … Continue reading

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I Am Risen

A few days ago, I got up from the deathbed of my flu to see about the sawing noise from my backyard. A guy was building something right next to my fence, a wooden thing that towered around three or … Continue reading

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The Headache

One day last week, fresh from a shower, I swaggered into my husband’s home office, made eye contact, turned around and walked away. He put his guitar down and followed me to the bedroom. There, we embarked upon an  intrinsically … Continue reading

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Toilets

If you’ve been following this story, you will be glad to hear that the Window Treatment issue has been sorted out. We are getting blinds in fake wood that looks really real, ordered from a fantastic Persian lady who also … Continue reading

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Window Blinds: A Fight To The Death

We are moving box by box, until Monday when the moving truck comes to take the big stuff.  The new house is nice, and a neighbor from across the street gave us a bottle of wine and some cookies to … Continue reading

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Charlotte’s Web

  Recently, some words from ‘Charlotte’s Web‘ surfaced from my unconscious. (If you’ve never read Charlotte’s Web, I don’t know what you’re doing here. We are probably from different planets.) When Wilbur sees Charlotte’s egg sac, he asks if it’s … Continue reading

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Triggers and Tarzana

  Once you are traumatized, you are vulnerable to triggers. And triggers are everywhere. Jane Birkin’s daughter, Kate Barry, jumped from her fourth story window last week. I couldn’t stop thinking about her despair, and how fame and talent don’t … Continue reading

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My Favorite Iggy

    I don’t like Iggy Pop, even though I’m aware of his importance to punk music. Doesn’t he sing the Passenger song? Whatever. He needs to put his shirt on but seems committed to showing off his stringy malnourished … Continue reading

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An Artist to Love

  Matjames Metson is a self-taught artist whose work needs to be seen in person to be fully appreciated. Each piece is complicated but deliberate, and full of hidden delights. His art is personal but resonates with wonder and mystery. … Continue reading

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