So I’m standing on the East Balcony in Grand Central Station. Why, you ask? Because I am a Tourist. Also I love pretty buildings, and I like to go inside them. Also? The Apple Store does free wifi, unlike my otherwise totally charming upper easy side hotel. Shall I give you a taste? Italian food....
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Monthly Archives: April 2012 I feel like Dennis Miller. Remember Weekend Update on SNL — back in the day before I was too old to either stay awake for or enjoy the humor thereof? Yeah. Me, too. I picked our winners for TELL ME WHO I AM. They are Janna and Brittany. (It was random. Kid 2 did the... Today is the last day to enter to win TELL ME WHO I AM. So get on over and enter, if you haven’t. Because WINNING IS FUN. Remember that? Also, New York. I am going. (Coming?) Soon. In a week I will be there. And I am excited more than I am nervous. Remember how I... Spring Break is over. The rain, the snow, the sun, the lazy, the productive, the hilarious, the movies, the competitions, the adventures, the mistakes. It was good, and I’m glad we had it. And I’m glad we didn’t plan anything or really try to go anywhere farther away than 30 miles. I might have exploded...  ***UPDATED to announce winners: JANNA and BRITTANY L. Right on. Go, California!** So a few weeks ago, a nice lady from town (one of the nice ladies I’d never met or heard of) called me up on the phone. Her: Hello, Becca? Me: Yes. Her: This is Maxine from the Seniors’. (I have lived... Hard to describe – Impossible, maybe – How that particular patch Of sunlight On that particular patch Of grass, just greening out of the Winter-gray field Made my heart lurch With joy. Maybe it was the cow, Bending over to slurp a mouthful Of gorgeous green. But it was only a cow. Cows are everywhere,... Once upon a time [1], I got a literary agent. This is one of those things that if you’re not (A) a writer (B) the parent of a writer or (C) married to a writer, you just probably don’t care about. But if you are (A) (B) or (C) (Mostly A, let’s not kid ourselves)... You know those times when nothing is wrong, but for some reason, things don’t feel right? (And you know how I don’t love those times?) Angst. Please. I’m so too old for angst. Did you know that in German angst means fearfulness? And how I don’t do fear anymore? Nobody told the angst. It’s like... |