Welcome Californicating Sex & the City Guest Author Evan Handler

It’s fun to discover new authors you heretofore knew nothing about. Evan Handler is one such author. In fact I didn’t even know he was an author. I hardly knew of him as an actor, in fact. As one who rarely gets to Manhattan, I never had the good fortune to catch him in the dozens of well-reviewed Broadway shows in which he appeared. As one who lives in the…

Thursday, May 1, 2008

Paradise Lost by Deb Jenny

The idea sounded decent in theory. A week at a Club Med in Florida, courtesy of the in-laws, who’d taken a fantastic anniversary trip to Bermuda with the entire family that we couldn’t attend, what with the birth of our third conflicting with it and all. But that’s a story for another day. Anyhow, at least Club Med would provide day care for the kids and activities galore with which…

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

The Ick by Deb Eileen

We’ll be taking a break from our scheduled post on my pre-teen date angst to discuss “the ick.” I have the ick. It seems to be going around. If you wonder if you have it- you can take this short test. Sitting next to you there is: a spread of over the counter medications that is larger than most pharmacies a sculpture created entirely from used crusty tissues your first…

Friday, February 9, 2007

Gesundheit by Deb Tish

Here’s what I hate about going to the movies. I’m always seated directly in front of the cougher. When I’m not seated directly in front of the cougher, I’m seated in front of the sneezer. And it does absolutely no good to listen for sounds of sniffing, throat clearing or Thera-Flu ingestion while I’m looking for a seat. A true theater-cougher will wait to reveal himself until after the curtain has…

Monday, December 25, 2006

Beauty Fades, Stupid is Forever by Deb Eileen

I’m home sick with a head cold. The vast quantities of over the counter medication has left me washed up on the sofa, surrounded by crumbled damp tissues, unable to move and barely able to pull together a cohert thought.  This doesn’t bode well for this post. I don’t want to write, reading seems to complicated, so I am reduced to watching day time TV. (stick with me- this does connect to…

Friday, December 15, 2006

Friday Night at the Mucous Factory by Deb Tish

What is it about bookshops that draws the infirm from their sickbeds late at night? These folks are clearly not up for the excursion, not with the square footage of today’s stores. Rasping, blowing, sneezing and snuffling—they stagger through the aisles completely oblivious to The Healthy, who are forced to dive from teeming auras of contagion. One can only imagine the scene that might prompt The Ailing One to climb…

Tuesday, November 14, 2006