Back in the day (Class of 19None-of-Your-Business), I was fortunate enough to attend one of these picky picky picky institutions (I don’t want to name names, but it rhymes with Schmarvard). And just because I’m a Latina, I don’t want you to think I only got in as some politically correct, affirmative action freebie, because I’ll have you know that I got in the old fashioned way: I slept with the Dean of Admissions. (Hey, don’t judge – she was no picnic!) Continue reading
In honor that this week is Passover, I’m going to let you in on something.
You know the scene in “Fiddler on the Roof” where Tevye has a dream that his daughter should marry Motel, the impoverished tailor and not Lazar Wolf, the creepy and old, but wealthy butcher? It was a premonition of sorts, even though, technically, Tevye concocted the whole dream in order to help his daughter get out of a marriage arranged by Yente, the matchmaker. And, it worked.
Well, that’s what happened to me. Only, not exactly the same way. Continue reading
I’ve got very few nemeses in the world.
Oh who am I kidding? I’ve got tons. And among them is parallel parking.
Yes, I’m not a fan of parallel parking. Wait, that’s not a strong enough statement.
I’ve got a thorn in my side and it’s parallel parking! Continue reading
They say the sun ages you. Which is why I’ve decided from here on out to avoid natural sunlight at all costs.
Blinds closed? Check. Curtains drawn? Check. Gobs of sun block slathered on every pore of my body? Check! Hats, scarves and long gloves that extend to my shoulders all in place to cover my face, arms and every last bit of exposed skin? Double check!
Which means from now on I can only go out at night. But if I must go out during the day, say to work or to walk Henry and Oliver Continue reading
The disappearance of the Malaysian airplane keeps the world in suspense, and with it has come a gaggle of conspiracy theories. The fact that the plane has yet to be located simply adds to the whirligig of paranoiac thought that surrounds it.
Personally, I think Flight 370 pulled a “Lost,” as in the series by that name, the one about the fictitious Oceanic Air jet that crashed on a remote, mysterious island and kept viewers enthralled for six years. The good thing about that airplane was that nearly all the passengers survived. At least that’s what we initially thought. Continue reading