Growing up, I didn’t think my mother liked me. I knew she had to love me, she was my mother. But I wasn’t sure she liked me, or at least she didn’t know how to handle me. Mom was quiet and melancholy; I was brash and angry. Melancholy and anger …
A month ago I had milestone birthday, one of those digits that officially disqualifies you from making another youthful blunder, like wearing a miniskirt or growing a hipster beard or thinking you have forever to live out your dream. I have terrible timing. I left the Groundlings comedy troupe, to …
Wednesday marked the beginning of Lent, when the faithful honor Jesus’ forty-day temptation in the wilderness by abstaining from booze, sex, and facebook; whereas on the day before, Mardi Gras, the unfaithful go to New Orleans to film Girls Gone Wild videos. “Mardi Gras” is French for “Fat Tuesday.” The …
Two days ago I took Pinky, our young cat, in for her second flu shot. She’s eight months old now and nearly full grown, so I can’t really call her a kitten. As I got up to go to the register, I heard the clerk speaking to someone about when …
