Sometimes people mistake me for…

…a pretty person.  Sometimes not.   Most recently, an East Village hippie hipster mistook me for a homeless person.  As I stood on the corner waiting for the little white man to give me the go ahead, the hipster came up to me, mentioned the cold weather, hard...

Sometimes our hearts are softened…

…and I’m a changed woman. Fact: I’ve never respected Star Trek. I love making fun of those weirdo kids who speak trekie language and go to conferences to nerd each other and the rest of the guests at the Holiday Day Inn out. Confession: If anyone...

Sometimes things…

…change. In honor of the new President, his new Chief of Staff and Sarah Palin’s new wardrobe***, I am going to write a post about… MY NEW ATTITUDE? NO. MY NEW LOVE OF HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL…3? NO. WHATEVER I WANT? BINGO. I guess some things never...