Open Windows by Deb Tish

I have a theory. There are air conditioning people and there are open window people. I’m into open windows. To me, there’s nothing more irritating than waiting for the warmth of summer, only to return to shivery temperatures in overly air conditioned stores, banks, movie theaters. Thankfully, my husband is an open window guy. We open up the house as soon as it’s warm enough in May and keep it open…

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Message in the Sky by Deb Anna

The other day, I was walking home from a friend’s house on a beautiful day. The cliche about L.A. is true — nobody walks, even when it’s just a few blocks, even though we’re all obsessed with exercise. Point is, this was an unusual thing to be doing. While I was walking, I looked up in the sky and saw that a plane was writing a message. I became immediately…

Monday, June 18, 2007

Shivering Pomeranians, Pen Names and Ari Gold

As I write this, my basement is filling up with water. Some sort of tempest swirled up from the bowels of the stratosphere and has, apparently tipped Toronto on its side so driving rain can attack the city from the left. It’s always best to attack from the left. Remember that. I should get off the computer. That’s the thunderstorm rule. Maybe so I don’t get hit by e-shrapnel if…

Tuesday, April 24, 2007