I do not have any children. I have never wanted any children. My biological clock must have been on permanent snooze. And now, that biological clock is unplugged and gathering dust in the garage. First, as I posted last week, I have never wanted to be a grownup. Having kids means you automatically have to…

Spoiler alert – I will be talking about specifics, particularly about the ending of this book.  If you plan on reading this book and don’t want to hear about what happens – this can wait – and after you’ve read the book, I’d love to hear your thoughts. I approached this book with some trepidation…

I know there is this idea that kids want to grow up too fast. I don’t know how many kids feel that way, but I certainly was not one of them. No siree. I was (and still am) a smart little (okay, little no longer applies) shit. I could plainly see how not fun being…

I don’t eat zucchini. I don’t eat any kind of squash – except pumpkin, and then only when it’s in a dessert with lots of sugar involved. When I was a kid, my Mom (who was never going to be up for any award for cooking) used to make acorn squash – by cutting it…

I am a dedicated reader of advice columns. The reasons are a mix of (a) I like seeing the stupid things people ask about and (b) I like checking my advice with what the “expert” has to say. One question I see over and over is “How do I make new friends” or variations on…

I know.  I keep asking this question.  But shit keeps sneaking up on me and reminding me just how fucking old this fat OLD lady is! My FB messages are suddenly full of old (and I do mean old) classmates who are planning for 2022 – and our 50 year class reunion. Holy fuck. 50…

For some time now, employers have been urged to pay for workplace wellness programs, with the promise that these programs will reduce health insurance costs and improve the health (and therefore the productivity) of employees. Uh-huh. Often these wellness programs are thinly disguised (or not disguised at all) diet / exercise programs with the sole…

I moved a lot when I lived in LA. I used to say, instead of spring cleaning, I moved. My family kidded me about how they never wrote my address in their address books in pen – always pencil. My last apartment was on Magnolia, in Sherman Oaks. It was not my favorite apartment, but…

Right now, I feel like what isn’t fucked up. And I wish it was just limited to WTF Wednesday. But better minds than mine are telling you all about the fucked-uppiness of our world. And, sadly, so are some (much) worse minds than mine. That’s all I got.

I love Crocs. I know, some of y’all are shaking your heads with disappointment or perhaps outright disgust. Fuck you. Crocs are so damn comfortable. And when you are a fat old lady, comfort counts – a lot. They also come in a crazy number of styles. I have a bunch of different colored ballet…