The Best Is Yet To Come

Dear 23 Year Old Me, First off, you’re going to be really cold in that tiny sparkly top tonight.  It doesn’t even have a back to it, for gods sakes!  No really….go look in the mirror.  Do you see how your stomach peeks through between the top of your pleather clubbing pants and the bottom…

To The Media, Regarding Newtown

Dear Members of the Media, By now you’ve probably heard the small wave of outrage that is condemning you for interviewing the children of Sandy Hook Elementary School.  You already know that furious parents across the country feel that it’s inappropriate to shove a microphone in the face of a traumatized 8 year old. But…

Long, Beautiful Hair

“YOU had crazy hair?!” she laughed, as she aimed the hair dryer at my long blonde hair.  “I just can’t picture it!”  I glared at her reflection in the trendy salon mirror, taking in her tiny frame clad all in black. “Of course I did!” I fired back, folding the People magazine in my lap. …

Angry Blogger

This space has been kind of quiet lately.  I’ve taken a step back. I came home from BlogHer12 with more questions than answers.  When a friend asked me about my trip to NYC today, I told her the truth.  I felt fulfilled by BlogHer, and yet it pulled back the curtains on some ugly truths. …

I Am

Have you heard the old, tired record that’s been spinning around on this blog lately? The one with the “angst-y” lyrics? The one that’s scratched, with deep grooves notched in by a fuzzy needle that no one ever picks up? That old “BlogHer 12” record? Well I’m breaking it in half. I found this last…

Coming Home

“That was buuuuun!” Max squeals, as we ease our car down the windy driveway that connects my mom’s house to the rest of the world. At three years old, the letter “F” is still a “B”, but his pronunciation is always punctuated by copious amounts of enthusiasm. We are going home. We are home. We’re…

Revealing

My husband is at a business function tonight.  At the Versace Mansion.  In South Beach.  The motherfucking Versace Mansion, y’all. As for me?  I’m lying next to my sleeping toddler in our hotel room. My sleeping toddler who I love and adore.  In a very beautiful hotel room.  The one that Jennifer Aniston apparently stays…