A letter to myself, circa 1990, by Deb Katie

Dear Katie, Oh, Katie, Katie, Katie. There are a lot of things I could tell you but won’t, because as tempting as it would be to give you all the lottery numbers and sports scores, that would change a lot of things that I’d just as soon not change. Instead, I’ll just tell you that, yes, this is definitely your awkward stage. And yes, you will grow out of it….

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Lessons gleaned from early failures, by Deb Katie

Whenever anyone asks me how I got my start writing, it comes out that I went to an arts high school. It wasn’t strictly a performing arts school, although all the rich old ladies who donated money seemed to want it to be. No, in addition to music, theatre, and dance, we had the counterculture Visual Arts department and the somewhat less glamorous Communication Arts. I loved my time in…

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

In which Deb Kristina gives up a political career

I ran for office, once. As far as I know, I only got one vote. Mine. It was for class secretary in eighth grade. Middle school already being arguably one of the most miserable times in any kid’s life, especially that of a distinctly unpopular kid like me, it’s unfathomable why I put myself through this. (I wonder now if my parents knew this would be a debacle. Did they…

Monday, November 3, 2008

La Meme Chose by Deb Tish

I’ve been tagged with a meme by the inimitable Ellen Meister. There are, apparently, stern meme rules, at least one of which I plan to break: 1. We have to post these rules before we give you the facts. (Done) 2. Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves. (Done) 3. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules. (Done. You’re impressed…

Tuesday, July 10, 2007