The death of talented actor Heath Ledger today at the age of 28 is a tragedy. No bones about it. Hollywood lost a bright star and a baby lost a father. What floors me almost as much as the news of the death itself is how the news broke. Per the horrified cry that went… Read More Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone…
Okay, I’m not going to lie: living in New York City is not always sunshine and rainbows. Winter, especially, is difficult. It’s gloomy, it’s cold, and it often feels really hopeless to try and carve out a life here that isn’t caught up in financial worries and job stress. Waking up today was a chore.… Read More Ways to ward off the winter blues.
A few days ago, I weighed in on the ongoing drama of romance author Cassie Edwards being revealed as a plagiarist. Now, as it continues to grow and fester, we have an e-mailed letter attributed to Edwards making the rounds. I am so appalled that I have to excerpt it here: The sad thing is… Read More Paging Chief Mantitty, Chief Sitting Bull(shit) would like to see you.
You know the phrase “mind the gap?” Methinks that Gap and Old Navy have taken that to mean “the gap between one’s waistband and the end of their shirt”…and decided to steadfastly ignore the advice. I was disconcerted recently when I went to buy some new blue jeans at Old Navy and discovered these cutesy… Read More It’s in your jeans…or hanging out of them.
A friend of the bloggers at Smart Bitches, Trashy Books stumbled upon proof that noted –and, indeed, not just noted but representative — romance author Cassie Edwards plagiarized much of the factual content of several of her novels. A grand exposé, much gnashing of teeth, much ridicule, and some drawing of lines in the sand… Read More Ruffled feathers and connected dots.
Living in a city where most kitchens are equipped with gas stoves and ovens, my penchant for cooking has taken a serious hit. I have a strange fear of the gas, getting killed by a leak, etc. It took me two years to work up the nerve to actually start cooking on the gas range.… Read More Pasta ala Mala.
I’m a writer. Even when other designations like “crazy person” or “screw up” or “geek” or “program associate” were what I was operating under, I considered myself a writer. It’s what I do. Unfortunately, it’s not what I do. While thousands of people sign up for things like National Novel Writing Month so they can… Read More But what about the R.O.U.S.es?
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