Feliz Navidad: And Don’t Forget The Prozac

It’s almost 10 and a little drizzly here in Los Angeles. My coffee is hot and my son sits shivering in front of the new Playstation we gave them for Chanukkah. My daughter and my husband sleep late and in a few moments I’ll wake them and ask them to get out of bed. I wont’ necessarily have something for them to do, but they should be upright with eyes open. They city is absurdly quiet and I remember just how much I hated living in rural Colorado all those …

Would You Rather?

Hear about my mother’s latest dog psychic (not to be confused with her first few), the time I tattooed Jane or Stella’s beachfront property in the Rocky Mountains? In order to appreciate any of these stories fully, you should be open to the use of recreational narcotics. (and I say that without judgement)

The Sound of Celibacy

Thanksgiving dinner was lovely. I roasted a turkey, pomegranate gravy with freshly squeezed pomagranite juice, chestnut stuffing, roasted potatoes and scallions, my mom brought cranberry and orange molds along with pie and cookies for dessert. I made tea for everyone and my darling husband sat in front of the television and said, “Honey, these are the best chocolate chip cookies I’ve ever eaten, you should ask your mom for the recipe.” “It’s the tollhouse recipe, I make it all the time.” I explained to him. “Yeah, whatever your mom does …

Thankgiving: I’m Thankful for Liquid

Blah blah blah, love my family, Thankful for modern medicine, my dog, my pool, my tennis game… world peace blah blah blah blah. I’m thankful for dark Mexican espresso in the morning. I’m thankful for Iced Passion tea with just a splash of lemonade in the afternoon. I’m thankful for a deep red wine while I prepare dinner and an icy glass of water to enjoy with my food. The benchmarks of my day? Coffee, tea, wine. Does that make me shallow? Just proves I’m from Los Angeles. Have a …