Fame costs – and right here in my house that I haven’t left for a month is where I start paying

As we enter into week…4?…5?…eleventybillion? of Covid-19 stay-at-home life, I’m definitely looking for ways to keep my monkey mind occupied and my cooped up body from permanently assuming the shape of the kitchen chair where I currently spend my workdays. I’m a former theatre kid, was a legit drama major in college, started my career at Manhattan Theatre Club, and have a tendency to burst … Continue reading Fame costs – and right here in my house that I haven’t left for a month is where I start paying

What I Did Not Do On My Summer Vacation

It is, somehow, autumn again, that season of sharp pencils, cozy sweaters, and mornings punctuated by the noise of a certain screechy bird that makes me achingly lonely. The quiet endings and erotic leaves of fall once made it my favorite time of year, but as I get older I find myself drawn to spring, abounding with fluffy baby animals, bright green shoots pushing up through the dirt, and honeyed … Continue reading What I Did Not Do On My Summer Vacation

Curiosity and the…Cat

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a working mother in possession of even a single hour alone in her own home will inevitably look upon some heretofore unremarkable object and think to herself, “Huh. I wonder if I could masturbate with that?” Such were my circumstances on a recent Thursday morning, when I found myself blissfully showering in an empty house, all on my own but for the company of my Clarisonic. … Continue reading Curiosity and the…Cat

In which I am anally probed by a chiropractor and fitted for a truss, also, some thoughts on love

I was diagnosed with scoliosis during a routine visit to my pediatrician when I was around 12 years old, and immediately burst into hysterical tears. I had just finished reading Deenie, Judy Blume’s novel about a beautiful girl with a twisty spine, and I was certain I’d be in a full body brace before sunset. In fact, my curvature is relatively minor, and required nothing more than monitoring until … Continue reading In which I am anally probed by a chiropractor and fitted for a truss, also, some thoughts on love

Where’s Waldo?

Look, I’m going to tell you a story about tampons, all right? I got my period today — hooray! And I mean that genuinely. I have always been glad to see my period. Back in my youth because it meant I wasn’t pregnant, and more recently because it means I am not in menopause. Circle of life! And so it was with the satisfaction of a job … Continue reading Where’s Waldo?

Books & Letters

For years, I have been talking about writing a book. Talking about it and thinking about it, and wondering if I could, and what it should be about, and if anyone would read it, and if people would be mad at me if I did. I’ve made several starts at this, taking classes and trying to publish stories, blogging (very) occasionally, reading out now and … Continue reading Books & Letters

Why I Think Smash Is A Tragedy

People want to talk to me about the TV show Smash all the time. Without preamble, they’ll excitedly tell me they saw one of the actors in the park, or confess they lurked while a scene was being shot on their street, or start singing one of the songs at me. It’s a fair assumption to make, that I know and love this show, given … Continue reading Why I Think Smash Is A Tragedy

Shugg It

Urban Dictionary variously defines “shugging” as: going to the toilet while half asleep (and missing the toilet), furtively masturbating, or searching through a bag of marijuana leaf shake for enough bud to roll a joint. This post is not about any of those things. This post is about exercise. A couple of months ago Jonathan came home with a sledge hammer. Jon’s not really a … Continue reading Shugg It

The Devil’s copywriter

M. Night Shyamalan has a new movie coming out. It’s called Devil. It’s about the Devil hanging out in an elevator. I know this, because the copywriter assigned to craft a compelling synopsis of this film was only able to summon the following: In the film, a group of people is trapped in an elevator, and one of them is the Devil. Back before I … Continue reading The Devil’s copywriter