I remember Gilda Radner.

Not because I knew her personally. Not even because I knew her from TV. Though I have a distinct memory of watching the news the night she died. They showed footage of Gilda’s rendition of “The Way We Were.” I was eleven years old and I turned to my mom: “She’s actually not that good.”

“That’s Gilda Radner,” my mom told ( Read more... )

I like when I read things in the news that confirm things I knew all along. Like this morning, an article I read on the Huffington Post cleared up a longstanding debate between my friend Arielle and me-the debate over who gets to stand on which side when we pose for photos. (Not that we’re being stalked by paparazzi and have to pose for photos so ( Read more... )

This was the second night in a row that I was at Arielle’s.  I was there last night because we had big plans to make cake pops.  Have you heard of these things?  There are whole websites devoted to them, like this one.  Pricey little suckers, but of course I could make my own …

My friend Logan had made some with her kids.  She lamented the process, ( Read more... )

For at least a year, my best friend Arielle has been telling me she plans to send an email out to everyone she knows, asking for their (inexpensive) beauty secrets - like is there a cheap eye cream that you swear by, or some product that if you put in your hair makes your locks super shiny?  Then, Arielle says, she’ll compile everyone’s secrets ( Read more... )

This is a very sad story.

I wrote a little something the other day.  Then I was headed over to Arielle’s place, so I emailed it to myself in case I wanted to work on it there.  I turned on her computer, logged on to hotmail (yes, I’m still using hotmail), and downloaded the document.  I played around with it for, oh I don’t know, an hour maybe.  ( Read more... )

I don’t like to blog about what I’m writing.  It makes me afraid that I’m going to jinx something, I don’t know what - perhaps the creative process, or any possibility of publication.  The funny thing is, in person I’ll talk to anyone who will listen.  My poor friends know more about the people in my head than they do about me … or maybe from ( Read more... )

He’s so desperate; really, the least I can do is post these notes so I’ll have an entry to tag with his name.  Of course Arielle is getting tagged too - 22 entires!  Way to go, Ari! - because my dad mentioned her in the first email.  But still, he’s one closer to ten.  And, you know, if he sends me a present, he just may get there. 

As I type this, it’s just under two hours before it’s officially Thursday.  I have a lot to be thankful for.

First, there was the event last night with my dear friend Regan Hofmann.  Somehow, despite the fact that I’ve been going to book readings in New York for the last two decades, I had never before been to the National Arts Club.  When we walked ( Read more... )

1. I’m working on a book with a friend - something I’ve never done before.  (Actually, that’s not true; in fourth grade I wrote a book for extra credit with my friend Karin.  We had to read it out loud in front of the whole class, and I had a terrible giggle fit.  Then I worried we wouldn’t get the extra credit because the ( Read more... )

One of my favorite childhood movies is Pete’s Dragon, about an orphan boy who is running away from his awful adoptive parents, along with his best friend Elliott, who happens to be a dragon.  I’ve been thinking about it recently - it started when I was over at Logan ’s, and her son Maverick was talking about his favorite movies.  I asked him if he’d ( Read more... )