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Must they be called that? Geez. I plucked a package from the display rack and quickly slid my thumb over the words Girdle Top, while hunching my shoulders around the cardboard package. The g-word made me cringe. I couldn’t believe I’d gotten myself in this position. It brought back a vision of my...
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As I write this, I ask myself if this has any validity. Do fiction writers have an obligation and responsibility to society and humankind? I’m referring to when writers create stories about atrocities which are not documented in history, but conjured and invented with all of its repugnant detail,...
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Martha Stewart's Vodka-Thyme Lemonade
I have a confession to make. Years ago, I was semi-obsessed with Martha Stewart. “Semi” in that while I did drive past her farmhouse in Connecticut, I didn’t peer through her windows with binoculars (forgot them at home) to see if her magazine living room was in fact her real living room. I...
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  In another installment of life imitating art, The New York Post has announced that Montie, the cat cast to play The Cat in the Broadway version of Breakfast at Tiffany’s, has been fired.  My fictional story−My Six Days on Broadway: Crossed by a Golightly Cat−posted last week, tells a...
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 I really needed the work, otherwise, trust me, I wouldn’t have taken a job as a personal assistant to a cat. Not even if it’s starring in Breakfast at Tiffany’s on Broadway. First of all, I’m deathly allergic−within twenty minutes of being around a cat, my eyelids will look like cheese...
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It’s time to admit Writer Separation Anxiety is a bona fide disorder. I'm not ashamed to say I have it, maybe others will come forward. Remember there’s strength in numbers. It may not afflict the majority, but that doesn’t make us freaks. Why do you think there are so many sequel authors?...
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Tomorrow is my one year anniversary on Red Room. Thanks to fellow Red Roomer, David Henry Sterry, who, after helping me with the pitch for my forthcoming novel, The Memory Box, urged me to start blogging on Red Room. And so I did, albeit slowly at first. It was both exhilarating and terrifying to...
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  It’s hard to believe, but the same folks who’ve instigated fashion induced bunions, sprained ankles, deep vein thrombosis, acid reflux, yeast infections and constipation, have concocted ways to avert colds and flu during NY Fashion Week crunch time. The fashion industry might've been in...
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  It is that very particular exhilarating feeling, when you find a book so scrumptious and exotic you open it with a whisper and close it with a sigh. You've found this book through no one's urging or description or advertising. You wandered alone, woozy in towering aisles with books stacked...
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Practically every time I turn on the computer, I see this headline: “Hottest Baby Names for 2013.” I could’ve used that fourteen years ago when I was pregnant with my first. I knew for nine whole months that a baby would be coming at the end of it, sufficient enough time to figure out a potential...
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Not until I turned forty did I start thinking about my senior years and the person I’d become. Actually, there was one time before, when I took a theater makeup course in college. For our midterm exam we had to transform our face into the eighty-year-old version of ourselves. That was sobering....
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  The wind’s fury can lash bruises across my skin and uproot my soul.  Let lightening pierce a chasm through my heart and thunder deafen my promises.  The rains may pelt my resolve and flood my eyes.  Watch my bearings rattle as the earth crumbles under foot.  An...
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   Remember when, in your twenties, a friend would call and ask you to join her for a run? Me neither. No one ever asked me to go for a run. I wouldn’t be caught dead running. Ok, let’s say she called and said, “Do you want to go for a walk?” To that I’d reply, “Yeah, sure. I’ll meet...
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  I have some good news and some bad news. It’s about creativity. Well, mine anyway. After many years of alternately experiencing both droughts and monsoons of creative vision, I have miraculously discovered from where to harvest my most creative self. I liken it to mining for gold−since the...
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  I know losing phone and internet service for thirteen days, twenty hours and six minutes, is not a big deal in the scheme of things. As it turns out, getting it restored is. But they don’t call me Jenny from the Grid for nothing!  After speaking with a Verizon phone agent, who...
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