Don’t Quote Me!

Don’t Quote Me!

Don’t quote me, but I’m not Irish.

I did bake Irish Soda Bread once but it was very dry, and as a kid I’d never pass up the opportunity for a bowl of Lucky Charms. I do know how to say, “Top ‘o the morning to you,” though I say it in my standard New York accent and can’t fake the pretty Irish lilt. I love the music of the Chieftains and, of course, that fancy footwork those Irish dancers are so good at.

And that’s about the extent of my Irish-ness. Continue reading

Guilty as Charged!

Guilty as Charged!

Once again I’ve been called to jury duty. (You can read about my past adventures in jury duty, here and here.) But unlike the time before, in which I was dismissed at lunch time without so much as a by-your-leave, … Continue reading

A Little Rain Dance & a Huge Megastorm

A Little Rain Dance & a Huge Megastorm

Batten down the hatches! It’s raining cats and dogs in sunny California! Woo-hoo! So you know what that means?

Well, I’m not one to brag, but it looks like my rain dance worked.

What rain dance you ask? Okay, so maybe it wasn’t really a rain dance. More like me tripping the light fantastic in my Zumba class. But isn’t it a nice outcome, just the same? Continue reading

My Cousin Adele

My Cousin Adele

Since Monica has floated the idea of my posting additional pieces on her blog from time to time, maybe it’s a good idea to get to know me a little bit. So here you go:

I was born to a family high in the Swedish aristocracy, but was kidnapped as an infant by a roving band of deranged Puerto Rican housewives… Continue reading

Imitation of Life: Born to be Hurt

Imitation of Life: Born to be Hurt

When I was a kid, my mother and I would often stay up late watching old movies on the Zenith console in our living room. Gosh, how we loved those flicks!

One of our favorites to watch was Imitation of Life, a 1959 tear-jerker with a message. More than just a melodrama, it shines a light on female empowerment, race and class. It’s also about identity and how the color of your skin defines who you are and your place in the world. Finally, it’s about reconciling and accepting who you are. Continue reading