Ebola, Shmola

Ebola, Shmola

Think Ebola looks scary? Try getting hives.

While everyone is busy focusing on the situation in Texas, you come down with what has to be the WORST CASE OF HIVES.

EVER!

It starts with a swollen finger, a finger the size of an over-sized Bratwurst. You can’t bend it. You can’t do bupkis with it. Not for all the mustard and hot dog buns in the world.
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Never Fear, the ‘Doctor’ is Here!

Never Fear, the ‘Doctor’ is Here!

  Ta-dah! The moment of truth. Gather around, for the one and only Dr. Monica is here to answer your questions! Sure, I may not have credentials, but I’ve got something better. I survived Camp Prison-Shit, and that was no … Continue reading

My Birthday Week–Fun, Frivolity, Madness & Sir Paul

My Birthday Week–Fun, Frivolity, Madness & Sir Paul

From an ant infestation on Sunday to Sir Paul McCartney eight days later, my birthday week ended with a bang and a whole lotta cashola spent.

Why a “Birthday Week” and not just a day, you might ask?

Because one day won’t do, no sir! You gotta have an entire week to celebrate with mirth and merriment! Here’s how the eight days went down:

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The Pianist of Willesden Lane Uses Music to Cope with Tragedy of War

The Pianist of Willesden Lane Uses Music to Cope with Tragedy of War

This weekend, I went to the Lyceum and saw “The Pianist of Willesden Lane.” It’s the kind of play that slowly draws you in, exquisitely conjuring up the elegance and artistry of Vienna on the brink of World War II, as well as the heartache and loss of war. I soon found myself riveted by world-renown pianist Mona Golabek and her one-woman show. Continue reading

One in Three Women is One Too Many

One in Three Women is One Too Many

Amidst all the uproar in the news about ex-Baltimore Raven Ray Rice and what he did to his then-fiancé in an elevator, I heard a startling fact: According to the Center for Disease Control and Prevention, one in three women will experience domestic violence in their lifetime.

That’s one in three, not one in a thousand or even a hundred. It’s one in three.
Consider me one of them. And while I’m confessing to being someone’s punching bag, I might as well admit that I was also the victim of date rape… (Read more…) Continue reading