Dear Lindsey Lohan,

I find myself chagrined to be writing a letter to you. That’s not what I envisioned when I started this blog. However, I saw a picture of you in court the other day and almost fainted. No matter what color your hair or how strung out you were, you used to be a really pretty…

My world in 17 syllables

It is haiku day for Blogathon 20-10 Need more syllables *** One lonely bagel Sits among seven croissants It begs to be ate *** Three people need more than one working computer Need adapter quick *** Bar Mitzvah countown Just 19 days to finish Will it all be done? *** Two months without Kate I…

Dear JJ Abrams,

I’ve been a fan of Lost since it started. I used to tell Husband he Really Needed to Watch this Show, but he didn’t believe me. Until this season when he irritatingly got into it and kept asking me question after question about who was who and what meant what. Mostly, I couldn’t answer. I’m…

Dear Mark Zuckerberg,

I just spent an hour going through all my privacy settings on Facebook. At least I think I did. There’s no easy way to tell whether I’m done or not, no easy little setting that I can click on from the start that says, “Hey, just don’t share any of my info with anyone other…

Dear Rand Paul,

I don’t know where to begin with you. I’m not going to agree with your Libertarian politics, and you won’t agree with my tree hugging practically communist brand of liberalism. So let’s not try to find common ground there. But here’s something I think we can agree on: freedom of speech. You can’t stand up…

Books My Mother Gave Me

I think the first book I remember my mom giving me was a big yellow hardcover of Maybelle the Cable Car by Virginia Lee Burton (she also wrote Mike Mulligan and His Steam Shovel). I loved that book and kept it until I was a parent myself. I gave it to my son. He ripped…

Short, Sweet, and True

The smartest thing I’ve heard recently is a line from In Plain Sight. Everything counts. Everything you say, everything you think, and especially, everything you do. It all counts. Sometimes, the truth hurts, doesn’t it? Sometimes, it can give you a new sense of purpose. I’m hoping it’s the latter for that statement, even if…

Dear Woody Allen,

So you don’t think Roman Polanski can be punished? How ’bout you deliver up one of your young daughters to him when she turns 13 in a couple years. If he drugs her and has sex with her, then tell me if you still think that he’s suffered enough. Lisa