Writing the good read
The man pictured above isn’t my actual dad. I call him dad, but he’s really the father of my high school best friend Andrea. Sometimes now that I’m grown up I call him John, or Dad M (for his last name, Mortenson). But when, as a teen, I lived in Santa Cruz and my dad…
Full disclosure: I haven’t yet read What Do Women Want, this week’s book. However, I have read articles, excerpts, reviews, and listened to interviews with the author, Daniel Bergner. It’s on my nightstand awaiting its turn. But all that exposure to it has got me thinking. Naturally, my thinking demanded an audience. The book looks…
I know some of you are probably hurting for ideas of what to get your dad for Father’s Day on Sunday. I’m here to help. In case you didn’t know, I like to read. So I’ve culled through the books I’ve read in the last few months for five that might be good options to…
I saw Darling Niece this week for the first time in about 9 months. She lives in Northern California and has a life that is dominated by one sport after another. She was in Portland with Coach Snarky Brother for the final softball tournament of the season, which coincided with me being in the same…
Or How I’m Trying To Have My Cake and Eat It, Too I’ve been seeing Mr. Right Now for three months. It’s a nice relationship — fun, drama free. He makes me smile. He is very attentive. He is kind. Mr Right Now is fairly incorporated into my life, spending time regularly with me and…
When Tina Fey’s book Bossypants came out last year, there was a lot of buzz, a lot of positive talk about how funny it was. I don’t usually buy celebrity books because I am inevitably disappointed. But I bought it. And I was disappointed. It wasn’t bad, and parts were quite funny. But when I…
Fifteen years ago right now I was recovering from one of those a little bit of everything births — induction, labor, pushing, c-section. I was spending every second I could staring at the 5 pound peanut I’d come out of the experience with. He looked like an old balding Jewish man (a look he kept…
The late great Katie, our beloved dog for 14 of her 17+ years, got a bath about every other week until she was quite ancient. It kept her sweet smelling, kept her shedding down, and although we had to chase her down and carry her (with a pathetic look on her face that screamed: “Not…
My Pilates instructor, known in these parts as The Mean Lady, is pregnant with her first child. It’s hard to watch her and not be brought back to my own pregnancy 15 years ago, to the excitement, the wonder, and also the fear, the nausea, and the panicked realization that I was no longer driving…
Someone on Facebook had a link to a post at Caveman Circus about what women really mean when they say certain things. It was mildly amusing, and some of it had a ring of truth — a loud sigh is, indeed, a word; sometimes when we say “Fine” we really mean “Are you kidding me?…