Living Life and Saving the World
Sometimes I feel like I’m not exactly living my life. Sure, I’m breathing, eating, moving—I am ALIVE. There’s no question there. But many days, when I stop to think about…
A Slave to My Stomach
Some days, it occurs to me that my entire life pretty much revolves around food. Now, before you sign me up for Overeaters Anonymous, let me clarify that, for the…
Body Versus Mind
Sometimes I think my body is sabotaging me. I love to DO things—run, write, read, learn, cook, hang out with friends, and, of course work (mostly work). I may, in…
Is the Universe Evil or Does It Just Hate Me?
I live in a perpetual state of annoyedness (if that’s even a real word—I’m too annoyed right now to bother looking it up.) They always say don’t sweat the small…
The Missing Piece (Or, Why I Love to Shop)
I’m not a hoarder or a shopaholic. Before I go any further, I need to establish that right up front. I’m neither of those things, but I admit, I CAN…
In Defense of “Loneliness”
Why do people always assume that someone who’s alone a lot must be lonely? Take me, for example. I lead what most people would consider a lonely life. I spend…
In Praise of (Occasional) Excess
Anybody who knows me knows I love my routine. I do best when I can plan my day (and week, month, year, and—you know—entire life). At least once a year,…
The Mystery of Easter
I like to think that we live in a reasonably logical world, but every year at Easter time, I realize there’s almost no rhyme or reason when it comes to…
The Italian Hot Dog
I had my first Italian hot dog the other night, and I just have one question to ask: How drunk was the person who came up with THAT idea? I…
Just Let Me Be Me (Or, Benjamin Franklin Was Right)
Why do people always feel the need to tell you what you’re doing wrong? I mean, even when I’m doing well—taking care of my editing business, writing books, running most…
On Animal Cruelty, Human Trauma, and Why I Hate Sarah McLachlan
Anybody who’s read this blog with any regularity probably already knows how much I love animals. My two pugs, who died over this past year, were my whole world and…
I Beat Myself Up—and I Like It
People who know me well often tell me that I can be a little too negative. They say I’m quick to spot even the slightest problem and call attention to…
In Praise of Routine
People are always telling me to break out of my “rut,” to mix things up, that there’s nothing to be gained from doing the same basic routine every day, week…
Caesar: In Memoriam
A year ago today, I had to say good-bye to my pug Caesar. He was almost 15 and had been suffering from crippling arthritis for years (not to mention he’d…
The Joys of Poverty
I didn’t grow up poor. We weren’t rich, but we certainly weren’t poor, so even if I pouted at times (like, I imagine, most kids do), in reality, I rarely…