Happy (so to speak) New Year
One day I came home from kindergarten and Happy was gone. I can’t remember what my parents said, but it was something about how it wasn’t working out. Happy, the Beagle pup, wasn’t taking to the housebreaking idea, and barked…
Granny’s Prune Roast Makes Me Happy
I came across this picture of me, my cousin Sara who I have always adored, and my Grandma Beryl, Granny’s daughter. It is, by far, the happiest-looking Little Me I have ever seen. I loved being with the Jewish side…
Holy Humiliating: The Day I Took My Husband to My Tennis Lesson (Part Two)
{Art from ScrapHacker.com} My next tennis lesson, since The Incident, is tomorrow. I am nervous to see my coach. Why? Because last time I saw him I was fighting back tears, barely able to move on the court, purposely laming…
Holy Humiliating: The Day I Took My Husband to my Tennis Lesson (Part One)
I have done so many dumb things in my life I could start a new blog for each category of stupid (risky behaviors I did for men, e.g. tattoos, breaking and entering, etc.; things I quit and the lame reasons…
More on Witches
My new friend Trina and I have been having a spirited debate about feminism and feelings and rape and what it means to be on a witch hunt. I am so grateful that she has taken the time to explain…
How Feminism Failed Me (and I, Apparently, Failed It)
The backstory here is my November Chronogram column, something that I have been wanting to write for a long time: Flowers Fall: Non-Duality for President by Bethany Saltman, October 31, 2012 The policy [that legislated verbal consent at every…
Some Thoughts on Being Quiet and Powerless
If I weren’t sitting at the funny conference table at the Emerson (the resort which happens to house a gym of which I am a member) gearing up for a shower, catching up on my work here, in other words,…
My Piece from the Weeklings
I wrote this a couple weeks ago, and now it’s up on The Weeklings. A few days after Frankenstorm, my house (and lower Manhattan) still dark, a few days before a Presidential election. My how things change. Oh well! The…
The World’s Most Famous Bored Lady
Yesterday, Sunday, T spent all morning at the monastery, where he runs the Zen Teens program with another senior student (and friend of ours). Azalea slept until 10 (!) and then played with a friend. I figured, hey, if they…
Man, this Sucks. Oh, Well. (And Other Thoughts About Letting Go)
Heard back from another small press yesterday. A little part of me always falls when I don’t get what I dearly, dearly, dearly want (and we are not just talking about books here). And this is of course why I…
