Walking home just now from a pretty, petty party (with the exception of my precious compadres), I caught myself thinking, “God, I’m such a night owl since Trump was elected,” and then immediately laughed out loud. This made me the tall blond woman in a cape and a big fur hat cackling loudly by herself on an empty dark street, but I had that coming. Nowhere in the world does 10:34pm count you as a night owl unless you are a true homebody who is typically already under the covers with a permakitten on her legs and a book on tape spilling cozily into the darkness.
I’ve been quiet because I don’t want to preach to the choir and I don’t want to be preached to, and right now all other posts seem frivolous, even I can see that. But this morning I’m up early after two consecutive weeks of late nights. My hair is up in curlers, my zit is smeared with a Vitamin E salve, and I’m drinking coffee while watching my neighborhood wake up through the bedroom window. Continue Reading →
I came back from Thanksgiving in Massholia with a new fur hat and vintage coat, and have been called “ma’am” three million times in 24 hours. I’d be cross except dowager chic is my all-time favorite look and I always knew I’d be a tough old broad someday. So here I am. Armed for whatever messed-up mishegos is next for our beleaguered country, at the midpoint of my life if I’m lucky, and ma’am like a motherfucker.
Walking home just now from a pretty, petty party (with the exception of my precious compadres), I caught myself thinking, “God, I’m such a night owl since Trump was elected,” and then immediately laughed out loud. This made me the tall blond woman in a cape and a big fur hat cackling loudly by herself on an empty dark street, but I had that coming. Nowhere in the world does 10:34pm count you as a night owl unless you are a true homebody who is typically already under the covers with a permakitten on her legs and a book on tape spilling cozily into the darkness.
I’ve been quiet because I don’t want to preach to the choir and I don’t want to be preached to, and right now all other posts seem frivolous, even I can see that. But this morning I’m up early after two consecutive weeks of late nights. My hair is up in curlers, my zit is smeared with a Vitamin E salve, and I’m drinking coffee while watching my neighborhood wake up through the bedroom window. Continue Reading →
I came back from Thanksgiving in Massholia with a new fur hat and vintage coat, and have been called “ma’am” three million times in 24 hours. I’d be cross except dowager chic is my all-time favorite look and I always knew I’d be a tough old broad someday. So here I am. Armed for whatever messed-up mishegos is next for our beleaguered country, at the midpoint of my life if I’m lucky, and ma’am like a motherfucker.