How much better my life would have been if I’d had an agent in First Grade by Deb Tish

First we’ll review a few of the things a good agent does: Guides your career Looks for potential problems with contracts Negotiates on your behalf Edits the drivel you might otherwise release into the world Tells you you don’t suck when you’re fairly sure you do I could have used this kind of support from the start. On my first day of school, my parents dressed me up in an…

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Everything to Fear by Deb Tish

Fear is a delicious topic. Not only is it the focus of my novel, Town House, in which the main character is too riddled with agoraphobia to leave the house, but I have such an assortment of my own fears that encapsulating them in a single blog post seemed nearly impossible. To distract myself from my formidable task, I Googled fear. There’s a fear for just about anything you can…

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

An Unfoodie Thanksgiving by Deb Tish

My name is Tish Cohen and I am an Unfoodie. I am completely devoid of culinary instincts and can practically guarantee that no one in Canada messed up yesterday’s Thanksgiving dinner worse than I did. Should you, too, be an Unfoodie wishing to muck up a family occasion of your very own, read on.   To really blow it big time, it’s best to ignore your Foodie sister’s plea for a farm-fresh turkey…

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Buying a First Car 101 by Deb Tish

I’m going to break the rules this week and talk about my second car, since my first was a bewitching silver minx of a Mazda 626, given to me by my father, who needed someone else to do the grocery shopping already. She was perfection on wheels, I used her and abused her and didn’t appreciate her dependability nearly enough.    When the time came for my dad to move from…

Tuesday, October 3, 2006

How to Get Noticed in P-Town by Debutante Tish

Just about the same time as I converted to Judaism, my hair went curly. My sister said it was a freak hormonal thing that can happen to women in their early twenties, but as we now know, she cannot be trusted with the truth. I’m fairly certain it was the mikvah, the ritual bath in which a woman must immerse herself in order to become a Jew. Just prior to my…

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Full-Frontal Grogging by Debutante Tish

Introductions make me nervous. The pressure of introducing two—or, God forbid—more people causes some sort of mental misfire during which I blank on one or both people’s names. And don’t try to connect it to the wonders of aging; it’s been like this all my life. I forgot my high school boyfriend’s name when I introduced him to my father. One lousy syllable. Vic. So while I should manage to…

Tuesday, September 19, 2006