As I was trying on bathing suits this weekend I wondered how I could have possibly packed on two inches onto my waist and hips in just a matter of a year? Married life, no matter how you slice it is fattening. Now I have to figure out a way back to size 8 and that involves sacrificing weekend mornings of lounging for the Lord with my sweetie and getting my butt on the bike…
It feels like it’s raining all over the world. I’d like to know why our Saks Fifth Avenue is carrying clothes that I would no more put on my back than a monkey suit – just who are they catering to? And who designed Banana Republic’s clothes this season – BLECH – double BLECH. Even BCBG – yuck. And forget about Ann Taylor that I think nose dived into a Brooks Brother catalog gone bad.…
Sometimes you just have to get out of the house and be with your friends. A good friend started the roll yesterday afternoon when she text “G-spot at Ruby Fruit?” and suddenly everyone was making a plan. We met at Tonique on Rampart Street – the no name bar that used to have the asshole bartender – the good news: a new bartender and some funked up music and as usual, a great cocktail. From…
When my friend’s daughter was dying of a brain tumor and she was overwhelmed and asked me how she was going to get through it, I told her a band of angels will help you to the other side. And so they appeared – one by one, in droves, groups – her inlaws moved in, her parents backed up the other kids, her friends spent the night at the hospital holding her daughter and then…
We took a break from the malaise and went with friends to eat at Herbsaint – always delicious – and then walked right next door to Le Chat Noir to see The Ball and All. It was fun – campy and totally inside New Orleans – but it was good to laugh and be distracted. The show ends soon, so get your tickets now.
Now that the bookshelves and bedside and coffee tables are littered with books with titles such as Transracial Adoption, It’s all good hair, The Baby Whisperer, Happy Baby, as well as folktales of African American lore – do we begin again to buy books about Bulgarian Gypsies? Or maybe just books about other people who want a child and can’t have one? I’ve run out of steam riding this wave and now that I’ve crashed…
You know the old saying that they say about relationships, you find one when you are not looking for it anymore. Does the same saying apply to children? Hard to think that way, but a neighbor stopped by with her child wrapped to her chest and said about the recent loss that maybe it wasn’t the right time, and maybe we need to quit focusing on it right now and instead to immerse ourselves in…
Okay the range of emotions goes like this: Friday – uncertainty Saturday and Sunday – melancholy Monday – depressed Tuesday – unbearable sadness Wednesday – getting better – go forward Thursday – PISSED OFF Who FUCKING GIVES THEIR BABY TO A DRUG ADDICT? Why CAN’T GAY COUPLES ADOPT? When WAS IT DECIDED THAT 50 IS TOO OLD TO BE A PARENT? Fuck everyone and the horse they rode in on.
I looked at the calendar this morning and was shocked to see it is the middle of March. Good god the earth is spinning way too fast for my sentiment. I spoke to a source in NY who said to me between the evil weather and Wall Street, the malaise there is so thick you could cut it with a knife. Here, we had a nip in the air, a vestige of winter, if you…