Editor’s Note: This post was written in December 2012, a few days after the shootings at Sandy Hook Elementary School, just a few miles from my house in Connecticut. I’m tired. I think we all are. I cannot spend too much time thinking about the families who were directly affected by the events on Friday.
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Hold On To What Is Good
I live in Brookfield, CT, less than one mile from Newtown, Connecticut’s town line. Sandy Hook Elementary School is 6.74 miles from my house. Yesterday morning I was at the Y in Brookfield. One of the staff members there came up to me in the middle of my workout and asked me if I had
CAUTION: Objects on the television are 10 pounds lighter than they appear. At least.
Tonight is Dateline night. Part of me is hoping to be on for more than one minute. But part of me isn’t. Punctuality has never been a strength of mine. I’m never ready ahead of time. When people come over for a playdate, or a party, or a holiday, I am usually in the shower. If I’m really
Move over Jackson Pollock
There is, well, was, this painter named Mark Rothko. Now I’m no art officionado. But I just don’t get this shit. Here is one of his paintings: It’s called “White Center.” It sold for $72.84 million dollars. $72.84 million fucking dollars. Here is “No. 1.” That one sold for $75,000,000. And recently, “Orange, Red, Yellow”
No means no. Sometimes. Sort of.
To write about this, or not to write about this… That is the question. But. Well. I can’t help myself… There was a clip from Good Morning America on the internet yesterday. It was about a 9-year-old girl who lost 66 pounds in less than a year. First, let me be clear. Yes, I think
I’m pretty sure tube tops are off the list too…
So according to a stupid article I read on the internet yesterday, I am too old to be applying a fake tan. Which is okay, because I like to get my wrinkles the old fashioned way. And I’m also too old to be wearing leather pants. I don’t know if I think I’m too old