In her mind, Deb Tawna plays Scrabble with Gandhi

When I was five, my mother took me aside on the playground and gently suggested I not scream at the other children for using the swings my imaginary friends occupied. Though I’ve had many imaginary friends come and go over the years, I cling to them every bit as ferociously now as I did back then. We have meaningful conversations about life and love and Pop Tarts. We brainstorm my…

Friday, September 17, 2010

Deb Tawna’s pets have cooler hobbies than she does

My hobbies are not interesting. Hiking, biking, traveling, cooking, reading…I just fell asleep typing that and now I have drool seeping between the spacebar and the comma. My pets have cooler hobbies than I do. Here’s evidence: Blue Cat has a shoe fetish. He indulges this hobby at every opportunity, paying no mind to the style of the shoe or the hygiene of its owner. Monday it was my jewel-encrusted…

Friday, September 10, 2010

Deb Tawna interviews…uh, Deb Tawna

We’re introducing ourselves this week, and what better way to do that than with the aid of a skilled journalistic interviewer? Unfortunately, I don’t know any. But I do know myself, and worked as a reporter back before I lost my lust for long hours and lousy pay. Behold, I give you my interview with…well, me. Tawna: Tell me a bit about yourself. Tawna: I was born in a space…

Friday, September 3, 2010