I spent my high school years at a tiny, all-girls Catholic school.
Before I go on, I need you to banish the image of a stereotypic Catholic school girl–sweet-faced, wearing knee-high socks and a pleated tartan miniskirt that barely covers her ass, her glasses lowered as she pouts with puffy, bee-stung lips.
Excise her from your mental database.
That was not our school. At our school, we were expected to exceed stereotypes, to assert ourselves, to be intellectually curious, volubly so.
I’m not a big believer in fate or destiny. Sometimes shit just happens.
And yet. Read more →
I don’t make New Year’s resolutions.
I don’t even pretend to have the best of intentions about making them. I don’t try to get around to it. I don’t go all Scarlett O’Hara and think, “Tomorrow is another day. Tomorrow, I’ll figure out the perfect resolutions to help me get what I want…I mean, to help make me a better person.” Read more →
I am a haphazard housekeeper, at best.
I didn’t used to be. Before I met my husband and had my son, my house was pristine, every surface a glorious, bare expanse: no pictures, no tchotchkes, no vases or plants. My bed was always made, my books always shelved, my paperwork and bills hidden away.
I even had rules about the way I kept my refrigerator: containers lined up by size, cheeses and meats in the deli drawer, fruits and veggies in the crisper, and only liquids on the top shelf since that’s the tallest shelf and liquid containers are the tallest items in the fridge.
No top-shelf solids. Not ever. Read more →
Like most nice Italian girls, I was raised on a diet of pasta and grudges. Read more →
Holidays have never been easy in my family. Emotions run high, grudges resurface, nasty disagreements are aired in all their screaming glory. Read more →
It’s been raining in Los Angeles. Finally. Read more →
I have a writer crush. Read more →
I’m excited to be teaching in the 2015 UCLA Extension Writers’ Program Writers Studio this winter. Read more →
It’s the holiday season, that time of year when the world falls in love…
My ass it is. Read more →
I used to sing. It wasn’t what I was best at, but it was what I loved most. Read more →