That Was a Compliment?

I was on the soccer fields last night and one of the Dads (who I really like and who I’ve known forever showed up). “Hey Jessica how are you?” He asked. “Great.” I smiled and lied. “Wow, you look different, something is different…” He sort of smiled and looked at my forehead. “I had my hair done, maybe it’s my hair.” I offered (and by done I mean colored) “No, no that’s not it, it’s something around your eyes…” “I had my brows shaped, and I’m wearing a little makeup.” …

Give a Tub Get a Tub

Remember earlier in the month when I got to hang out with the cool kids at Funny or Die? I’m not sure if you noticed, but in addition to being an ad for Cottonelle, there’s a promotion that’s not over yet. Give a tub, get a tub. In case you’ve never tried Cottonelle Fresh Clean Wipes this is your chance to not only get a tub free, but to send a tub to a friend. At what other moment in your life do you get to say to a friend, …

A lot of ologists Today

This morning I was up at the crack of dawn to get ready for a day of ologists. I went to the lab, then the rheumatologist, then the oncologist, down a few floors to the dermatologist, then back to the lab, back to the oncologist, and on my way home by 2pm. Except that I left my iPhone at the lab. Unlike the Sheraton, no one kept it and made it their own. I drove back, grabbed my telephone, and hopped back into the car at 2.30 and hit all …

A Letter to My Daughter

Jane, I know that you’re angry with me because I won’t let you watch Glee or read The Short Second Life of Bree Tanner. In a few years, or maybe in a few decades you’ll recognize that I love you enough to hold your eleventh year sacred. I know that other moms let their daughters watch Glee. I don’t care. I’m not raising Joan, Melissa or Sandy, I’m raising you, and Los Angeles can be a crummy place to raise a kid. I’m pretty sure that in high school at …