Fifteen minutes before the Zoom, I made a mad dash to the bathroom to coat my face with cosmetics. With the help of Victoria Beckham Beauty, I re-upped a bad habit since 1980: application of the darkest hue on upper and lower lids, going full Joan Jett. Bright lipstick, then not bright. Or just gloss. I remind myself that one has to wear more makeup … Continue reading I’m on a Zoom
Lovely spring has descended on the blushing, virginal bride that is New York City. We fare it well, the double parking that blocks every side street, the naked person wandering around the 96th street subway, rotting impossible burger at our supermarket, and chunky chicken salad that is delicious but may come up later. You never know what surprises are around the corner. This Norman Rockwell … Continue reading Spring into Mucinex and a Little Self-Promotion
Over the last few weeks, I’ve taken to scoping the scene when I go outside. It’s a lovely parting gift from Bad Past Things and, every now and then, I’m grateful for the hyper-vigilance. It can be funny, too, like the time I dated a person who figured he was so famous that he needed to guard against local paparazzi (not a thing). His caution … Continue reading Self-Defense and Math: I’ve Got My Own Six Plus Ten Hours
Life is good when you get your hairs cut, the prosecco is cold, and you’ve finished an awesome book (I’m looking at you, As Goes a River by Shelley Read). I am grateful for so much. Even those five hours of cleaning the apartment when a person comes to visit. Even the two Vanderpump Rules episodes that scar my brain but fulfill my daily gossip … Continue reading 6 Dates in Singapore and Do We Care About Scandoval Anymore?
How easy it is to forget Super Bowl joy: Mom’s excitement over the game, the overtime anxiety, my worry that mixing cake and alcohol is as toxic as opioids, the TNT post-game delirium and my endless re-scrolling of their PDA, the Uber driver who hates American football but loves soccer and telling me what to do, ending the night with my puzzle/Grey’s Anatomy ritual (Owen … Continue reading Super Bowl Withdrawal, Booty Balm, and Beyoncé’s New Song Is Who I Am Now
You guys. I was a little nervous last night. Book club with very literate friends (whom I adore). Sometimes I feel dumb because I never took English in college–lots of French and Latin but no English. How do I speak in complete sentences? Sam gave me a LARGE margarita. Oh, tequila. You make me feel giddy, a little stumbly but woohoo! Cue to me awake … Continue reading The Story Behind the Story Can Be The Best Part
On Sunday, January 28 at 2:59 pm ET, Mom and I told ourselves we shouldn’t expect the Chiefs to win the game. The Ravens were favored, and even though we wanted Patrick Mahomes to kill, it might not happen. So we bageled, loxxed, and shmeared through the entire affair and the Chiefs win was the gravy on an already good season. It’s like the end … Continue reading A Super Bowl Potpourri!
The game. Are you ready for it? One of my favorite parts of a Chiefs away game is the fashion runway of the players stepping off the plane. Mahomes, TK, and Sneed always impress with their couture. I will be in Old Navy jeans and t-shirt. By 3pm, Sam, my mother, my brother, and I will be stationed in front of the TV. In other … Continue reading Chiefs vs. Ravens vs. GoLytely
Patience Bloom 