Technological Travesty by Deb Danielle

My husband will say it’s just me, but I think we’re technologically challenged in our house. To be fair, in his case it’s by choice whereas in mine, it’s, well, just my nature. Today, for example, when my printer wouldn’t work, here’s what I did: I opened it and closed it, turned it on and off, turned the computer on and off, took the paper out and put it back…

Thursday, August 30, 2007

Strapped in Front of MTV by Deb Gail

We were broke: our car stalling more often than it started, my husband’s tuition and textbook bills outpacing my teacher’s salary. So I marched into WNNE-TV, the local NBC affiliate in the ramshackle building behind the old Holiday Inn in White River Junction, Vermont, and told them I wanted to be an anchor. I’d been studying the local anchors for weeks and I thought, how hard could it be? Someone…

Monday, August 27, 2007

I Never Met a Magazine Subscription I Didn’t Like by Deb Jess

I subscribe to WAY too many magazines. When some hit my mailbox, I will trample everything in my path to read them: Country Gardens and Organic Gardening are the biggest culprits. They are the glossy, professionally-bound crack of my magazine world. I devour them in an hour, drooling over the lush garden photos, dog-earing pages I wish to revisit, dreaming of the day when the pages will be scratch-and-sniff. Because…

Friday, August 24, 2007

Magazines and Magic by Deb Danielle

First let me say that newspapers are wonderful, in theory. They are often full of interesting, pertinent, well-written articles. But I find them physically unwieldy, their texture gives me the willies and I hate how the ink comes of on my fingers. And magazines? Magazines are a guilty pleasure, sure, but really they just make me want things I can’t have. Thinking about wanting things led me to wondering about…

Thursday, August 23, 2007

When did “cool” become uncool? By Deb Lisa

Raise your hand if you remember a few years back when every person in America with a TV set was wandering around pointing at objects and exclaiming, “That’s hot!” Yes, folks, thanks to the great wordsmith Paris Hilton, America had a new catchphrase. Today, I was sitting in one of those spectacular vibrating chairs, getting a pedicure, and flipping through US WEEKLY, noticing a significant lack of Paris Hilton. Not…

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

The Shameless Tabloid Lover in Me by Deb Jenny

I have a confession to make. I am slightly addicted to People Magazine. Well, that and US Magazine. I am inclined to slink away in shame at this admission, because I know that by actually enjoying reading these periodicals, I’m only feeding into the national Zeitgeist (or is it Volksgeist?!) into which we are currently plunged–the need for dish, gossip and mindless tidbits of information about people who we really…

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Another One Bites the Dust by Deb Gail

In my younger and more gullible years, I was a correspondent for The Valley News in New Hampshire. This was the year before I got married and my husband was in his first year of medical school and I was also teaching high school in a town next door to the town where people claimed J.D. Salinger lived. Everyone was always saying they saw J.D., but I actually did once,…

Monday, August 20, 2007

News Flash! August 19, 2007

Deb News! Deb Lisa’s book FIFTEEN MINUTES OF SHAME (PLUME, MARCH 2008) received a fabulous endorsement from best selling author CLARE NAYLOR (LOVE: A USERS GUIDE and THE FIRST ASSISTANT) this week — “I was instantly hooked on Darby’s life which had me laughing and cheering her on as she gets mad AND even.” Deb News! Deb Danielle’s book FALLING UNDER (PLUME, AUGUST 2008) received a wonderful endorsment from Founding…

Sunday, August 19, 2007

An Open Letter to the Oppressor by Deb Danielle (sort of)

Dear Oppressor, We have banded together in protest of your ill treatment. We do not enjoy living in boxes, much less boxes in the basement under the stairs. And if you think it was an improvement to shove one box underneath the old TV, you are mistaken. We hear you sitting there in front of that TV with your bottle of beer and your potato chips. We hear Danielle walk…

Thursday, August 16, 2007