(Let me introduce you to my one-eyed wonder dog, Luna.) When I was a girl, my mom owned a book called Color Me Beautiful. Based on your hair and skin coloring, it prescribed your best wardrobe and makeup palette, and it divided the palettes by season. My mom’s black hair and fair skin made her a winter, which meant she wore jewel-toned colors. Ruby, sapphire, emerald. She was veritable walking…
The Debs and I mentioned our movie preferences in a recent newsflash post, where I confessed to my cheeseball taste in film (bring on the flicks of the 1940s!). I failed to tell you about a time in my life when I think I wanted to be Anne of Green Gables (you know, the cheeky red-headed heroine in L.M. Montgomery’s beloved series). I read the books and watched the movies…
Here are a few things I know about change… Pocket Change: My wallet will be absolutely bursting with pocket change… until I’m in dire need of coins to feed the parking meter. Change of Clothes: An absolute necessity when I travel out of town for a wedding, in case the dress I fully intended to wear suddenly no longer fits (clearly it must have shrunk…). Change of Scenery: Moving my…
So a song came up in my random lineup today. The song is called “Friends of P.”, and it’s by The Rentals, and the first time I ever heard it was the first semester of my freshman year of college. My roommate always had the college rock station on, so instead of my usual diet of Indigo Girls, Danny Elfman scores, and Sinead O’Connor, I listened to that. Isn’t it…
(Please forgive my mini-post… I am in New York for the Webby Awards, at a silly hotel with somewhat spotty internet access.) Well, this is a very appropriate time for me to write my “school’s out” post, because I’ve just completed work on my last Animal Planet Dog Championships show. That’s right, after five years of producing and writing the dog show, it’s all done. (There’s still the big National…
I have had legitimate hair disasters. There was my boy cut in fifth grade–never trust an $8 pixie cut, is all I can say about that–and there were my perms in seventh grade. These perms were not only perms but layered perms, so when the curl fell out, I was left with a mop of choppy hair. (Knowing what I know now about using a razor to add texture to…
This week’s topic, it turns out, really is the perfect subject for this week. We have a new president, a new spirit in our country, and we’re reassessing ourselves and how people see us in the world. I, for one, am chomping at the bit. Am I the only one who’s sick of Paris Hilton and celebrity culture? Tired of TV shows that proselytize overpriced stilettos and couture handbags? Completely…
We’re delighted that Eliza Graham is here today–all the way from England–as our guest. She had a stunning debut with her first novel, Playing with the Moon. It was shortlisted for the World Book Day 2008 Book to talk about, and has sold more than 100,000 copies internationally. Her second book Restitution is a love-across-the-lines story set in a dark period of history that shows how acts of love and…
Is it just me, or aren’t we all always transforming? Oh sure, I can pinpoint the major transformative moments in my life – going into the Peace Corps, becoming a mother, selling my first book. But if I think about it, there have been dozens, no hundreds, heck maybe thousands of smaller but equally as transformational events in my life. My first trip out of the country might have been…
We seem to live in a culture obsessed with the power of transformation. We have TV shows that tell us how we can redecorate our homes, magazines that tell us what kind of clothes and makeup to buy for which occassions, how to lose weight, how to gain muscle, how to make ourselves bigger and better in every way. Except, I don’t want to change. I think I’m fine, thanks…
