Age of Innocence

I come from a family that ages very well. With some cosmetic help. Grandma Ethel, God bless her, knew her way around a surgeon’s table better than she did her own condo. Pretty and petite into her eighties, she seemed to consider plastic surgery a necessary medical procedure, but other surgeries optional. I’ll never forget her saying about a man she knew who’d had a quadruple bypass that he had…

Monday, April 16, 2007

Blurbing the Lines By Deb Anna

It’s time for me to go off-topic, not only because I haven’t done it in ages but also because if I were going to detail my quirks, I’d probably have to subject you to a novella. I’d like instead to pay tribute to the shockingly amazing writers who blurbed my book — and explain how I got them. To my knowledge, nobody really talks or writes that much about blurbing…

Monday, April 9, 2007

First Apartment By Deb Anna

My first apartment wasn’t an apartment — it was a house. And not just any house but a house on Martha’s Vineyard the summer between my sophomore and junior years in college when I was a Derelict with a capital D. And, well, I had the house to match. I lived in it with three other girls, which became two other girls once the third got a look at the…

Monday, April 2, 2007

Crazy Cat Lady By Deb Anna

Let’s just start off the week of animal posts with a crazy cat lady one, why don’t we? Yes, I’m the girl with more than one cat and let me just say that I do love the look on people’s faces right after I say that I have cats, plural. The tiny crinkle of the eye, the slightly concerned look. “How many?” they ask conversationally, but I can tell that…

Monday, March 26, 2007

Dreaminess by Deb Anna

It seems a rather optimistic and extreme move to make — downright ballsy, as a matter of fact — but I’m going to go ahead and pick the protagonist of the book I’m currently reading as my favorite literary character. Is it because I’m positive he’s the ultimate, be-all, end-all character, filled with nuances and quirks and thoughts that none I’ve encountered before has possessed? No. But after just a…

Monday, March 19, 2007

Coming Clean By Deb Anna

Well, I’ve already confessed about my weekly massages (and managed to convince you, not to mention myself, that they’re necessary for work) so I guess I have no choice but to come clean about my other main indulgence (barring chocolate, because I somehow feel certain that’s going to come up in Mia‘s entry this week). Reality TV. I’ve done a decent job of justifying this one — going on TV…

Monday, March 12, 2007

Silent Rejections By Deb Anna

It’s funny. Although I can think of — and regale you with — endless tales of the rejection I’ve endured, most of it hasn’t come in the form of letters. No, rejection for me has always come in the form of deafening, endless silence. No news is always bad news, in my experience. This, I think, is a good thing. From the jobs I’ve interviewed for (back before I managed…

Monday, March 5, 2007

Delinquent Deb By Deb Anna

Oh, yikes. Are we really going to go here? I already feel like the delinquent deb — Thank God, is all I can say, for Jennifer‘s at times equally risque adventures — but is it really time to come out and confess the crimes? I’m going to skip through the drinking-related misdeeds, because who really needs to hear about how I got busted for underage drinking when I was 16…

Monday, February 26, 2007

Behind the Times By Deb Anna

I’m horrible about reading, by which I mean that I read about .000001% of the number of books I’d like to. And I can’t really blame it on my work schedule. My friend Melissa de la Cruz, who literally pumps out something like 10 books a year (not to mention, recently, a baby, and, um, milk) is a treasure trove of knowledge on current books. Ask her what she’s reading…

Monday, February 19, 2007

Hair-raising Adventures in Blackberry Picking

If I hadn’t picked 12 containers of blackberries, I might not have ended up with the Dorothy Hamill-had-she-cut-her-locks-with-gardening-sheers haircut at the age of 13 (aka, the worst age to be when you suddenly find yourself possessing a disastrous haircut). It seemed like a good enough idea at the time. I was staying with my friend Ramsay at her dad’s Napa vineyard for a week and after a few days of…

Monday, February 12, 2007