Zeligphobic by Deb Tish

My doctor could never have known her story would forever change my relationship with food. “Strangest thing,” she said as she looked in my ear. “I saw a patient with an anaphylactic reaction to celery yesterday. First in my career.” I froze. I’d never before considered celery to be a biohazard. “Poor guy just about died,” the doctor added. It was all I needed to hear. I would never eat…

Tuesday, June 5, 2007

My Mystery Seatmate by Deb Tish

By the time you’re reading this post, I’m probably headed to New York where I’ll meet Patry Francis, author of The Liar’s Diary for an almost-week of book-related antics. Tuesday night, 7 pm, May 29th, Patry and I have an event at Borders at Park Ave. and 57th that will be attended by at least one person–my therapist. She’s already informed me she’ll be late–a good therapist always manages a patient’s expectations….

Monday, May 28, 2007

Fly Girl by Deb Tish

Ever since 9/11, I’ve been especially uninterested in flying. It gave me great peace of mind to know I had no plans to go anywhere beyond a day’s drive or train ride. So when my LA publicist suggested launching Town House from out West, my knees went weak. I would have to board a plane. To ease back into flying, my husband and I made a quick trip to New York…

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

First Flights by Deb Eileen

I remember the first time I flew. I was traveling to see my grandmother and was allowed to fly there –all-by-myself. I felt very worldly. As I recall I was provided with official airline wings which I clipped to my shirt, and I was even allowed to go up to the cockpit to meet the pilot. This was in the days before they feared 10 year olds wielding nail clippers….

Friday, May 11, 2007

Things learned the hard way by Deb Eileen

I like to think of myself as a smart person. I read books with really big words. I have not one, but two, university degrees. In my day job I often serve our provincial Supreme Court as an expert witness. So the only excuse I have for the following story- is that some things apparently have to be learned through experience. It is that or I am in fact mentally…

Friday, April 13, 2007

What’s Your Phobia? by Deb Tish

I’m going to follow this week’s theme of posting off topic and invite you to drop by www.tishcohen.com and check out my new interactive feature “What’s Your Phobia?”. Finally, a place for you to share your deepest, darkest, ugliest or most hilarious fears. It should come as no surprise that Deb Tish has a few phobias under her chapeau. It should also come as no surprise that Deb Tish hopes…

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Bear with me by Deb Eileen

I would like to start this harrowing tale of animal encounters by saying that I live in North Vancouver. This area is about 15 minutes from the downtown core of Vancouver. However, our home is about half way up a mountain, a mountain that we share with several woodland creatures. We have two dogs, they are approximately the size of two jumbo Kleenex boxes. Their true size in no way…

Friday, March 30, 2007

A Cry For Help by Deb Jennifer

For several years, my partner Drea and I lived way out in the woods.  I have many strange and wonderful animal stories from these days, but this is my favorite. It was summer.  Mid-afternoon.  Drea and I were in the clearing where our house stood,  building a door which was up on sawhorses.  I had a hammer in my hand.  The radio was cranked up on an oldies station.  The…

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Crimes, Misdemeanors and Stories for Cute Boys by Deb Tish

I did some idiotic, not-quite legal things when I was younger–things I’m not sure I want bobbing about on the Internet forevermore. So I’m going to deflect by telling you about bank robberies I’ve been involved in. As a spectator, not as a robber. The first robbery was during the Montreal Olympics when I was ten. My grandfather was visiting from California and he took me, my 22-month-old brother Michael, and my cousin…

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Writing, Hypocrisy, and the Art of the Tag by Deb Kristy

I interrupt our usual Sunday programming (um, there usually IS no Sunday program, but you know what I mean) to bring you an extra special surprise post of great importance, wisdom, and wit. First, I read something so fabulous I had to share, and then I got tagged by the talented JT Ellison, and, well, I break out in hives if I don’t do what I’m told, so, without further…

Sunday, December 10, 2006