Thursday, February 27, 2014
I traded in my identity for Mariah Carey’s 1994 Christmas album.
After avoiding Target’s gravitational pull for a solid eight months, I made the fateful decision to step inside the retail vortex around mid-December. I just had to get my hands on “All I Want For Christmas Is You” in CD format.
Unfortunately, someone else had to get their hands on my credit card information.
In the grand scheme of...
Thursday, February 20, 2014
In the words of Mrs. Doubtfire, my apartment currently has a “fleeing one’s homeland” motif. As I type this blog, several men are replacing all of the windows in my apartment, as well as the balcony doors. And everything that once resided within a 3- to 5-foot radius of said windows and doors is now piled on the couch.
On the bright side, my roommate and I were forced to clear off our balcony,...
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
I had many childhood dreams. One was to fall in love at a sleep-away summer camp.
I used to be fixated on the idea of spending two months on a lake somewhere in Maine doing arts and crafts, water-skiing to my heart’s content and having a respectable summer fling with a 14-year-old boy most likely named Ethan or Cory. We would bond over our shared love of water sports, spend the summer flirting...
Thursday, February 6, 2014
I’m a bit of a local celebrity. As you may recall from previous blogs, I’ve had some air time on what we in the biz like to call the “small screen.” That’s television for the layfolk.
My screen credits include a starring role in a recycling commercial that ran on Nickelodeon in the spring of 1997. I’m not saying I was a big deal, but people saw me while they were eating breakfast in the morning....