Talking Shrimp
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My birthday’s coming! No presents, please. But if you must, I like anything from P.S. I Love You. Oh, sorry, scratch that. The store, which was near our house on the Upper West Side, no longer exists, and I’m no longer 12. But if this were 1981… You could buy me anything from P.S. I Love You and […]
KEEP READINGHey there, all back to normal! Oh right, you missed the part where it wasn’t normal. Last night, Steven and I dropped by a neighborhood place, Claudette, for dinner. We ate at the bar, and toward the middle, somewhere between the cauliflower appetizer and our chicken tagine, my ankle started hurting. Really hurting. It hurt like […]
KEEP READINGPar-tay! Today I’m celebrating having blogged every day (OK, weekday) for a straight month. I started mid-August, but then I took a vacation, so I’m only counting since after the vacation. Because I’m that tough on myself. I’m my own tiger mom. No praise for you! Get back to your piano scales! Four more hours […]
KEEP READINGIf you’re texting or reading from your phone while you walk, it’s on you. You bump into someone? It’s on you. A turning car almost hits you? It’s on you. I’ve thought about this. I’ve planned accidents in my head with approaching people who are looking down at their phones. If that chick doesn’t swerve around me, […]
KEEP READINGThrough 8th grade, I went to a “progressive” school on the Upper West Side. People called it “the TV School” because it looked like a TV, though now that they expanded the building upwards, it looks like a TV with a VCR, TiVo and cable box all stacked dumbly on top of it. Everyone knows you’re […]
KEEP READINGI take terrible care of money. If money were a child, Protective Services would take mine all away and award custody to the grandparents. When I’m at the farmer’s market paying for my sun gold cherry tomatoes, and the cashier is holding them out to me in their plastic bag, swinging them ever so slightly from […]
KEEP READINGThis weekend is Yom Kippur, the holiest and highest of high, holy holidays for a good Jew. I’m a bad Jew, so I pretty much ignore it. Though many times I’ve used it as a diet kickstart, because you’re supposed to fast all day. We were never good at that as a family. My parents would […]
KEEP READINGPeople seem to like it when I talk about growing up in NYC in the 70s and 80s, so I thought I’d start a series. I’m torn between Wayback Wednesday* and Frowback Friday. My concern about Frowback Friday is that people will pronounce the “Frow” part like it rhymes with “now.” And if I spell […]
KEEP READINGToday, even though I’m trying not to wake up and look at email, I woke up to this lovely email. So sweet, but unnecessary. And, if my mom had been cc’d, she would have sent an immediate retraction. Because guess what? IT’S NOT MY BIRTHDAY. My dad’s 82. Normally, my first thought would be to call my parents and […]
KEEP READINGI wish I had eyes in the back of my head. I know everyone wishes that, especially people with kids, so they could see what the kids are doing with the scissors and the permanent marker and the dirty diaper and the dog and the family heirloom without losing focus on driving. I’d want the backward-facing eyes so […]
KEEP READINGMy tote bag – the dirty, faded Talking Shrimp one that I use for walks, as opposed to the nicer one I use for going out – has in it: My bulging wallet, An almost-empty Poland Springs water bottle (one last emergency sip, worth keeping) My iPhone earbuds A bunch of loose, long-ass, drugstore receipts, […]
KEEP READINGMy husband is my favorite person to run into on the street. First, I don’t have to worry if I look OK because if I don’t, he’s already seen it. Second, there’s no question about whether we’re going to stop and say hi. No awkward moment of already having waved/ nodded hello and then doing the tentative […]
KEEP READING[NOTE: This post is awesome (though needs updating) but if you’re looking for my instagram account, go here.] There’s a Halloween House of Horrors thing in New York called Nightmare: New York. This year, it’s focusing on the 80s, including a 1980s subway. And I’m like, oh please. Here’s what they say about it. What are […]
KEEP READINGThis weekend, the NY Times ran an opinion piece by Elizabeth Wurtzel called Getting Married Is Easy: Why I Will Be Wed. If you don’t know, Elizabeth Wurtzel was the literary It Girl in the 90s, when she wrote a hot-topic book called Prozac Nation. I didn’t read it because she annoyed me just by appearing all over the […]
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