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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Spooning…
Some days home can feel like prison. Same shit different day.
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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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Where Your $$$$ Goes…
It has been five days since submitting that debilitating check to the IRS. What a conundrum. You have to make money to live and then you have to give away a sizable portion to the U.S. government.
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Oops, She Did It Again…
I have been hesitant to comment, but I just cannot come to terms with the latest pile of odorous crap that oozed out of Michele Bachmann’s blow hole. Now that she is a private citizen the former Republican congresswoman from Minnesota has really let it fly. Tuesday, Michele Bachmann compared President Obama to the man…
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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.
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Raging Anger…
Anger. Is there an environmentally friendly receptacle for it?
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Men Are Pussies…
Why are men so put off by strong women?
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Angry Birds, III…
It never fails. Flying out of Los Angeles I always encounter Angry Birds.
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Flag The NFL For Bad Judgment…
Accountability…does it apply to celebrity? Case in point the NFL. There is a great deal of controversy surrounding the league right now. The boys club may have over stepped its’ imaginary line of invincibility.