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Are there any lessons to be learned from the L Word, Sex in the City, television?

Last night we watched that incredibly exciting Superbowl and cheered to have our native boy Manning win the game! Then we came back to my house and watched the L Word. I was speaking to someone on Saturday night about how the L Word kind of depresses me in the same way that Sex in the City used to – it’s all about girls wanting so desperately to find intimacy and yet striking out in…

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Barco a la deriva

Sometimes I just want to take some good old fashioned bricks and hit myself upside the head until I can think clearly. But I can’t think clearly. I thought about the picture of yesterday in its sum as I laid in bed this morning, unwilling to get up. I kept getting caught in someone else’s agenda instead of hanging back and formulating my own agenda. But I get so wishy washy because really, what would…

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Frank, you dirty bastard!

Last night in mid-pawty, Y comes running inside and says there is a girl lying prone on the bayou and something is very very wrong. I go running out there and find this beautiful young woman in the baby pose sobbing out of her mind into her cellphone, her purple, green and gold boa wrapped all around her like a prison.  Frank, don’t say that…what did I do?…no Frank, nooooo, don’t break up with me…..Frank,…

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The Renaissance of Fear meets the New Millennium Woman

There is this thing that has everyone’s lips and hearts locked, it is called fear and it’s having a new renaissance. Ivette was saying I’m a new millennium woman – bring home the bacon, cook it up in a pan, and never ever let you forget your it. She said Nancy in Puerto Rico is a new millennium woman as well. What is a new millennium woman to do if she spreads her wings and…

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Do Blondes Have More Fun?

I donned my Mardi Gras party orange velour mini skirt but couldn’t find a wig I necessarily liked to go with the outfit, so I went next door to Roy’s and got his. My mom was in shock because it looked so, uh, like me 25 years ago when my hair was pixie short and blonde blonde blonde. Just like when I wore my long blonde wig the other night, suddenly lots of attention. Jerri…

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Love and the Acid Test

In the words of Joe Strummer, I was sitting on the front porch speaking to una amiga about love and the acid test and she said the deal breaker is anything that gets too complicated. And so I thought she was saying she wanted the incredible lightness of being, the comfortable love. No, that is not what she meant. She wants complexity but not complicated – in the sense that here is the acid test…

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