In which Deb Kristina gets her laughs any way she can

Once upon a time, I thought I was above a certain level of humor. Then my husband (then boyfriend) insisted I watch “Airplane!” I rolled my eyes at the dumb puns, wacky antics and over-the-top physical comedy. A giggle would try to sneak out sometimes, but I’d swallow it down. It was just so…dumb. Then there was this one scene. A character is describing the deathbed speech of a guy…

Monday, June 22, 2009

In which Deb Kristina is last, but not least

So, my book debuts tomorrow. In a way, I never thought this day would come, similar to how I felt when I was eight days overdue to deliver my second baby. They tell you the baby can’t graduate from college in there, but delusional with hormones, stress and discomfort, it’s hard to believe you’ll get to the other side. But, just like I finally managed to get that baby out…

Monday, June 15, 2009

In which Deb Kristina’s muse is unreliable

I like to imagine my muse with a cigar clamped in his teeth, wearing a fedora with a press card in the brim, and two fingers of whiskey at his side, the ice not having had a chance to melt in the glass as he takes another slug. He types furiously, of course, on a manual typerwriter which creates a serious din that means WORK is being produced. (Sometimes, the…

Monday, June 1, 2009

In which Deb Kristina ha viaggato nell’Italia

My best vacation ever came out of my only regret. It was 1996, or maybe 1997, and my husband and I were poverty-stricken newlyweds living in a dodgy apartment (we once came home to find police surrounding one of the buildings, and later heard there were shots fired and people seen fleeing out of windows). Bruce worked at night, which meant in the evenings I was ready for happy hour…

Monday, May 25, 2009

In which Deb Kristina turns her tassel

Here I am, in 1996, minutes after graduating from Michigan State University. I’d been trying to find my family – this was before everyone had a cell phone to track each other down, we had to actually search – and when I spotted them, I came running and struck a pose: Ta da! I did it! That’s my soon-to-be husband, there, laughing at my goofball joy. I look like something…

Monday, May 18, 2009

In which Deb Kristina wants you to drop the guilt, already

Here’s a gift we mothers should all give yourselves this Mother’s Day week: guilt-free parenting! If only it were that easy. On one hand we have experts, television pundits, the Supernanny, and advice magazines burdening us with restrictions and caveats far beyond what our parents could have imagined. Then, just when we think we’ve covered all our bases with PABA-free sunscreen, anti-porn computer software and cutting our grapes in half…

Monday, May 11, 2009

In which Deb Kristina gets over her fear of spiders (no she doesn’t)

What’s to fear about a spider, really? They’re small (mostly) and not really aggressive. I mean really, have you ever been charged by a spider? (If you have, I don’t want to know about it, and Deb Eve, I’m talking to you, here…) If nothing else, I’m pretty sure I can outrun a spider. But all those legs! And they skitter! Oooh, how they skitter. I can almost tolerate a…

Monday, May 4, 2009

In which Deb Kristina doesn’t know what cuts her oatmeal

I miss enjoying food for the sake of it. But now the healthy living culture and environmentalism and trying to model healthy eating habits for my kids combined with alarmist reports about hidden dangers in our food (additives! Transfats!) have me feeling guilty every time I write a shopping list and anxiety-ridden over meal preparation (and as we know from my comments on the “Debs in the Kitchen” week, I’m…

Monday, April 27, 2009

Deb Kristina celebrates BAD GIRLS DON’T DIE

Alexis, the heroine of Bad Girls Don’t Die, is my kind of girl. Not because I had pink hair and spouted controversial, passionate opinions in high school – if only I’d had that kind of guts! – but because Alexis can spot a phony a mile away. She also makes no exception for phonies among the “rebels” who have their own code of conduct every bit as rigid as that…

Monday, April 20, 2009


And to think, I was once proud of myself for braving daddy longlegs in the outdoor pit toilets at Goose Lake State Forest Campground. Then I read First Comes Love, Then Comes Malaria and yeah, I don’t even know the meaning of “roughing it.” Deb Eve Brown-Waite‘s memoir of meeting her St. John and her subsequent adventures overseas is rollicking and hilarious in the way David Sedaris is funny, because…

Monday, April 13, 2009