(Postscript about Dad): Just because it's broken, doesn't mean it should be fixed.

As I predicted, the day after my parents got back from Israel, they dove into helping me finish setting up my apartment with gusto. They each contributed in the ways they know how (Mom took me food shopping, and Dad took me to his second office, Home Depot). I have two large pieces of art […]

Cougar versus Cougel

Some of my friends are taking issue with this blog. They don’t think I’m a Cougar. They say I’m too young, shy (ok, I made that up) and unpredatorial to qualify. I guess I’ve ruffled some feathers (damaged some fur?) because these women are approximately my age and have been laboring long hours for the […]

Mom wants to read the blog (without knowing what "cougar" means)

My mother knows I’ve been in a good mood lately…that I’ve found “an outlet” for all of “my writing stuff.” And she’s asked to read this “blog thing,” several times. If you’ve read any of my posts thus far, you’ll understand why I haven’t been forthcoming with the link. Finally- an email commanding me to […]

Every Cougel needs a fur for the winter

In my parents attempt to “dress me up nice,” they came into the city to take me out for dinner and offered to buy me some new “classy” clothes. My dad smiled and shook his finger at me, “No more of this rock and roll, college look, it’s attracting the wrong guys.” By wrong guys, […]