I got an email from a woman last week who I don’t know; she’s been reading my blog and connected with the fact that I’m divorced. And surviving. I might even dare to use the word “thriving.” She wrote anonymously (so let’s call her “Ann”), and it was weird, because it was the first time […]
What is this new phrase? I’ve been hearing it a lot lately. I have no clue where it came from… probably some reality show or pop culture reference that I’ve missed while focusing my attention on blogs, Facebook, and general day dreaming. I’m guessing that it’s a sexy way of covering up the truth of […]
We hear it all the time. It’s a sign! The universe is talking to me! But how? By singing to us at bedtime, or as a little voice in our heads? I don’t believe that the universe speaks to us all in one “universal” language that can be easily studied or decoded. It speaks to […]
In just three days, I’ve accrued three more clueless crimes. I could say it is because I’m away from home and working long hours, which makes me more spacey than usual, but… really? 1) We are shooting on a stage on the Sony lot. I went to the bathroom several times yesterday. Before we left, […]
What does a Jewish woman in her 30s, who lives in NYC and has parents like mine, do after the breakup haze has cleared? You guessed it. She joins J-date. Yeah, I’m going there. I’m going to write the post that I think some of you expect, and probably want. Even though I believe I’ve […]
As I’ve mentioned, there have been all kinds of self discoveries in the past few years. Skills and qualities that were buried, in shadow, or simply just non-existent before I set out on my own. Obviously, there’s the writing and other passions that have been unearthed which are manifesting themselves in fruit bearing, even intelligent […]
So far this blog has been about my relationships: with my parents, sisters, young cubs, and with myself. But I haven’t written about the biggest relationship I’ve been in over the past three years, my novel. When I first decided to write “The Virgin Wife” (oddly, the title came to me before the story did) […]
They drove in last night, bearing gifts: 1) A sponge-holder for my kitchen sink. 2) A faux-wrought iron garden table for my kitchen from Home Goods, that looks like it should be on a tenement balcony. Cougel: “So sweet of you Ema, but it doesn’t match the decor of the rest of my place.” Dad […]
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 […]
I realize that I risk sounding like Meadow Soprano, but I’d like to try to demystify some things about my father that can be easily misinterpreted. Here are the top ten: 1) He’s an immigrant who lives in New Jersey, one town over from where The Sopranos was filmed. My parents’ house has big columns […]