Monthly Archives: July 2010

Phonephobia

My cellphone provider keeps writing, emailing and calling me telling me that I’m eligible for an upgrade and I don’t want one.  Honestly, if I had my way, I could spend the rest of my life without a phone, except maybe one that dials 911.  No incoming calls.  No outgoing call.   You see, the telephone is an instrument of torture to me.  No, really.  The kind of torture equivalent to the devices used during the Middle Ages, like the […]

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In Case of Emergency…

My 17 year old daughter announced the other night that if she were to ever write a book about me it would be titled, “In Case of Emergency.”  For a fleeting moment, I’d hoped it was because she saw me as a strong role model, a woman who is calm, cool and collected in times of distress, someone to turn to when things go wrong.  I was wrong.   “Mom, you have given me so many speeches about what to […]

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To be truly beautiful.

“I have never felt so beautiful as I did when I was in Italy last summer on a writing fellowship.”  Don’t get excited.  That woman speaking is not me.  It’s from an article written by some woman for a beauty campaign where the company touts a true women/true beauty ideal.  And, while I seriously love this product line and their good intentions to make every women feel beautiful, no matter size, color, age and whatnot – this article made me […]

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Food Fit for a King. Shhhh!

Dining recently at The Hungry Cat restaurant in Hollywood, I noticed there was a side item on the menu called Forbidden Black Rice.  Figuring it was high falutin’ hyperbole, on the part of the chef whose restaurant sits on some serious prime real estate in West Los Angeles, the meal came and the rice was insanely delicious (no exaggeration).  Wildly curious, I questioned the waitress (Server? Victual Transporter? What are they called these days?) to find out the back story […]

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Everything old is new again. On second viewing.

  Funny how time and experience will change your impression of a thing.   For example, the first time I watched the movie “Mommy Dearest” I thought to myself, “What a lunatic this woman is.”  Then, I got married and had children of my own.   With my patience worn down to the size of a BB and the sleep pattern of a prisoner-of-war I watched the movie again and thought, “Oh, for heaven’s sake, that poor woman.”  My opinions on […]

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