Sex Education, Courtesy of Judy Blume
I initially published a version of this post back in January, but in light of Judy Blumes announcement of her battle with breast cancer, I thought it was a nice shout to the woman who taught me about sex. Sort of. Enjoy.
My Passover with Cher
I wrote this in honor of Passover AND Cher: I invited Cher, Baruch Hashem, to my parents house last year for Pesach. It had been on my to do list for quite some time, but well, you know how it is. Life just seems to get in the way, and shit is put off for yet another day. But I finally moved it to the top of my list.
My Victoria’s Secret Text Message Meltdown
I’d like to think that I am a relatively sane person, although “insane” has been bandied about every now and again when describing my behavior. However, in the insane/sane production credits last night, insane definitely got top billing.
Still Golden (Girls) After All These Years
It wasn’t long ago that I was laying in a fetal position, a big ball of regret, confusion and hopelessness, on the cold (and dusty) kitchen floor of my studio apartment in New York, located at the mouth of the Lincoln Tunnel. The depression that I have endured since I was a child had come back with a vengeance, testing my strength, resolve and ability to get up off of the floor.
Samoas and Sass: Since When Do Girl Scouts Have Attitudes?
My neighbor recently accosted me outside my house, as I was getting my mail. I say neighbor because I don’t actually know her name. I only know her as Mustang Sally because, well, she drives a white Mustang, and I like the song. I’ve got both my boyfriend and his son singing it every time they see her car in the driveway.