Dear Senate Judiciary Committee,

As you get ready to put Supreme Court Nominee Kagan through her paces, can we concentrate on questions of substance and stay away from the fact that she’s short, drinks beer and is a former smoker? Yes, Thurgood Marshall called her Shorty (about an inch shorter than the average woman of her generation), but that’s…

Five others you should read

Much as I would like my faithful readers — what are there, five of you now? — to stick with my words and only my words, I have to admit that there are some other great blogs out there. Today, day 10 of the Third Annual Wordcount Blogathon, all of the participants are recommending some…

I’m a sucker for a good game

I know there are moms who’d rather die than spend Mother’s Day at a ball park, but I’ve been a baseball girl since — well probably before I was born. I wrote a little about it once for Seattle Metropolitan magazine, although that piece is more about my dad’s love of the game than mine….

Je Pense

I think, therefore I am, said Descartes I think, am I? The thoughts of others can be defining: She loves, therefore she is Mommy She is with me, therefore she is Wife She eats, therefore she is fat; her chrome doesn’t shine, therefore she is lazy; she won’t buy a lamp, therefore she is obstinate…

The moral of the story is…

Once upon a time, back in the old country, there was a woman named Leah. She was the Rebbetzin — the Rabbi’s wife.She was the envy of the other women in the village: she had a girl who came in every day to help; real silver candlesticks for Shabbat; she had pretty clothes; her children…

Dear Will Shortz,

I love doing crossword puzzles. My late grandmother used to do them when I was a small child, always in pen. I’ve never done one NOT in pen. When I was pregnant, I gauged how much my brain had shrunk and when it was back to normal by whether I needed help with the Sunday…

Weeping for what has been a delight

My dog died coming up on four weeks ago. That’s kind of misleading. We put her down. She was something more than 17 years old, a lab mixed with something else, probably pit bull from the shape of her head. She was deaf, increasingly blind, and so stiff from arthritis that it got hard for…

Dear World,

Okay, so not everyone in the world is famous. Still, I wanted to introduce you to a bunch of people who probably would like to be famous. They’re all participating in the third annual Word Count Blogathon, which I mentioned on sister blog Eat, Read and Be Harried a couple days ago. So do everyone…