Tag: true story

  • Success

    Success

      What if success is by how much you ACCOMPLISH, but how much you ENJOY??? I type into my phone as I eat a burrata and a Prosecco for dinner at my favorite NYC restaurant of 2011, Saggio. Motown plays on the PA, the air conditioning is cool but not frigid, and even though my…

  • 55 Years of Crimes That Rocked New York City

    55 Years of Crimes That Rocked New York City

      So the thing is, and I’ll admit, I have a pretty niche interest. What can I say? I grew up looking forward to Fridays … because that was the day of the week that Law & Order: SVU premiered new episodes (in the late 90’s-early 00’s). Honestly, I’m kind of amazed that I still decided to move to…

  • Pockets in Pajamas

    Pockets in Pajamas

      People, we have a lot of fun on this blog. But now, I need to address a serious issue.   We need pockets. In pajamas. And we need them. Yesterday.   Well, specifically, we need them a month ago. It was around a month ago when I was doing laundry in my pajamas… as you do! I mean,…

  • HOW Tired Am I? *THIS* Tired

    HOW Tired Am I? *THIS* Tired

      I *thrive* on being busy. I sleep better when I’m busy, drink more water when I’m busy, keep my room cleaner when I’m busy. I’ve been pretty busy lately, but it’s a delicate balance. I know that I’m too busy and too tired when THIS happens:   I think it was the night of the Primary Election. I *think,* because…

  • Texting + Stairs = DANGER!

    Texting + Stairs = DANGER!

      As the famous nursery rhyme “Ring Around the Rosie” posits, “We all fall down.” Some of us more spectacularly than others.   Picture this: Monday night, around 8pm. I’ve just left work and I’m heading home while texting my boss about the progress we’re making. I do this all the time! I pride myself on being…

  • Missed Connection (???)

    Missed Connection (???)

      Have you ever posted a “missed connection”? Have you ever read the “missed connections”? Have you ever missed a connection?   I confess to you, I may have fucked up and missed one, myself.   It was A LONG time ago. Like, the last week of February. It was that one freakish week that it was…

  • A Pox On Arie

    A Pox On Arie

      I’m still mad.   Yep, hex the shit out of him. For, as I’m learning, men don’t mature. They just become salt-and-pepper human shitbags. You’d think that a man of 36 would be capable of having meaningful relationships? But, no.   ICYMI, apparently, Arie (aka “The Worst Bachelor In History”), proposed to Becca K in…

  • The Pits

    The Pits

      June 26th, 2014: I grammed this gorgeous selfie of yours truly all dressed up for a date. Hair curled, cute sundress, makeup on point. I look amazing, BUT! For the itchy, scaly, oozy, red splotch of psoriasis under my armpit. You can tell I’ve tried my darnedest to filter the living F out of this photo…

  • Chivalry Isn’t Dead!!! — You Can Get It At Trader Joe’s

    Chivalry Isn’t Dead!!! — You Can Get It At Trader Joe’s

      If you live in New York or — heck — the EAST COAST, even, you might have gotten buried under a shit-ton of snow yesterday??? Yeah, I noticed. It snowed! I was a snow-skeptic, though, RIGHT up until the last minute. Which is why I decided it was a GREAT IDEA to go grocery…

  • New York, I ❤️ You (And You ❤️ Me Back)

    New York, I ❤️ You (And You ❤️ Me Back)

      Guys, let me tell you about the New Jersey Turnpike.   See, you never really know how much you love something until you lose it. This was how I realized I was stanning Sasha Velour in season 9: when it looked like she might be in danger of having to lip sync for her…

  • So I Got My Period At Burning Man

    So I Got My Period At Burning Man

    photo by Nina Hazen   I finally caught the bullet that I dodged last year.   Last year, I was scheduled to get my period at Burning Man, but if you’ll recall (because I know you are so into my menstrual cycle), it came early and was the cherry on top of three days of ??food poisoning??…

  • I Saw The Light

    I Saw The Light

      Bright light floods my eyes. Bright, bright light.   I raise my hand to shield them. What’s happening?   “The helicopter,” I whisper weakly. “For the drowning. The shipwreck.”   “Where’s your phone?” My boyfriend asks. “Here, here,” I press it into his arm.   He turns off the flashlight feature on his phone…

  • Angry Birds

    Angry Birds

    And at first it was cute, but now, I’m afraid in my own home.   So I might have mentioned on social media (Twitter, probably, appropriately enough) that a family of small birds has built a nest underneath my kitchen window. I was so excited to have “new neighbors” and I love nature! Right?  …

  • Poppin’ Tags: A True Story About How Storytelling Saved My Butt

    Poppin’ Tags: A True Story About How Storytelling Saved My Butt

    I have a favorite Goodwill store. I assume you all do, too. Mine is on 8th street, just East of 6th Avenue. Damn close to the Jefferson Market Library, home to my favorite clock tower. They have a really good selection of quirky items, and they’re pretty lax about enforcing their “only 3 items in the dressing…

  • ? Giving You? THE FINGER ? Since 1991 ?

    ? Giving You? THE FINGER ? Since 1991 ?

    I lost my innocence in the first grade.   Cue title sequence: Fast Times at Vestal Hills Elementary. You know what it’s like to be six years old and the “new kid” in a school where all the other kids have known each other since kindergarten (you know, a whole year ago)? You have to prove you’re tough.…

  • Actually, Maybe I *Did* Peak In High School…during the Talent Show auditions, senior year

    Actually, Maybe I *Did* Peak In High School…during the Talent Show auditions, senior year

    I spent a lot of time as a teenager afraid. Afraid of what other people would think of me, mostly. Also, afraid of failure. But mostly, afraid of BOTH — failing in front of my peer group while they all laughed and judged me.   This is the story of the one time that I threw caution…

  • Dear Woodhull Hospital: it’s NOT me…IT’S YOU

    Dear Woodhull Hospital: it’s NOT me…IT’S YOU

    Picture it: Sicily, 1922! No, just kidding, more like Brooklyn, six months ago. I’d just had an appointment with my dermatologist and it was time to schedule a six-month follow up with reception and it went a little something like THIS: Receptionist: how about March 3rd at 9:00am? Me, to myself: that’s two days after…

  • Have Yourself A Pukey Little Christmas

    Have Yourself A Pukey Little Christmas

    Christmas 2016 is one we won’t soon forget. Even if we wanted to. Oh, we had a really nice time, don’t get me wrong! At the last minute, my boyfriend asked me to come with him to his family Christmas in Connecticut for the weekend. We had a lovely Christmas Eve dinner with crackers and…