Middle Digit…
Do people every emotionally graduate past the bully, cut people off at the knees, middle school mentally?! Give me a moment to climb up on my pulpit.
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Driving For The Ages…
In Los Angeles, I live in a traffic bubble.
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The Waiting Game…
Why are doctors always running late?
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Here Piggy Piggy…
Last night I opened an email from Kelly Ward. The author is a mother and Executive Director of the Democratic Congressional Campaign Committee who was shocked by the number of Americans who supported Donald Trump in New Hampshire.
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BTW, It’s MY Body….
What goes around comes around. Karma’s a bitch. I can finally put these idioms to good use.
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Sleep No More…
Sleeping through the night has become a real challenge. Undisturbed sleep has left the building.
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Whatever, Biatch…
Women are such bitches.
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Forgiveness????…
I am struggling with the art of forgiveness. Why is being forgiving and gracious the right or politically correct thing to do?
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Patently Impatient…
My patience lessons never registered and with my gene pool, it is not innate. My attempts to channel patience have gone unfulfilled.
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Self-Realization…
The Self-Realization Center. I am not making this up. I need to self-realize so I took my sacred ass to The Self-Realization Fellowship Lake Shrine down the road from my home in Pacific Palisades. The ten-acre site was dedicated by Paramahansa Yogananda in 1950. He was an Indian yogi and guru who introduced millions of westerners…
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Home Alone…
Ever feel as if you just want to be alone, preferably on a tropical island?!
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Road Rage…
I always thought that the stress of a New York Giants game would kill me, but I think driving in Los Angeles will lead to my demise. I have definitely developed Road Rage.
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She’s A 10…
Show me the money. Demands to finally put a woman on paper currency have been met.
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Box Office Bitch…
Skylight showered me with darkness. Broadway should provide joy, entertainment and passion. Passion on stage not at the ticket window.
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Donna Reed Conundrum…
I wrestle with stereotypes and feel vaguely schizophrenic. To quote Popeye..”I am what I am”…I am a very independent, liberated woman as well as a mother and housewife.
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Aimless…
Every night for six months I have to scrub my bathrooms. Add sanitation engineer to my resume.
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The Devil Made Me Do It…
I frequent restaurants. It is all for research or as I like to say, the devil made me do it.
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Elderly, My Tight, High Ass…
I am breathless from making the ascent to the top of my soapbox. Gather round peeps I am about to rant.
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Grudge Match…
Grudges. Unfortunately, I hang onto them as tightly as I do my NY Giants game day superstitions.
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Angry Birds Still Flappin’…
The Devil is back and my pen is poised for a plethora of New Year diatribes, restaurant reviews, travel, fashion, sports… And we are off. Angry Birds are alive and well and flocked to my flight on the last day of 2014.