Does anyone else think the past-tense of Tweet should be Twat? Just me? Anyway. Today Eddie Izzard Twat, “I do not want my heroes to die!” He was, of course, Twatting about the irreplaceable Alan Rickman. I mean, hi. Hello. Need I meme more? Anyway, it sucks. There are a lot of wheels spinning in my head […]Read more "That Snappy Patty’s"
“Guyyyssssss…” I said, smiling like a dope. “I think I’m drunk.” This was Sunday afternoon at Fanny and Will’s house. (You guys know Fanny and Will, right? Graphic designer and construction whiz, respectively, parents to the mighty Roxy girl cattle dog, and the sweetest hosts and pals on the planet. We’re headed to Disney together […]Read more "That Sweet-Salty-Spicy Popcorn Recipe"
Four years ago today, I couldn’t sleep. The night before, Lisa, my brother, my sister-in-law, and I were frantically searching for a tutu in my size at the World of Disney after housing wings at what I can only remember as some sort of delicious fast food chicken factory. “They only have this one in extra […]Read more "That Starting Line"
Do you guys know Chuck? He’s my wife’s husband… Worst day of my life. #jk …not to mention a very dapper dude (just look up!) who’s always hilariously culturally on point (99% of what I know about my iPhone and the best ways to get lost in the internet is from him). He can lift enormous […]Read more "That Thoughtful Playlist"
What would you rather do than go to the gym? Watch wild bunnies fall for gently bred fur-ladies? Create your own Victorian wig? Go Back to the Future in 60 seconds? Yeah, me too. But I’m glad I threw down my phone and hit the boxing club tonight–that’s Sorabella Training Center in Waltham, Mass. Conditioning classes […]Read more "That Left Hook"
I love absent-minded singing. In the grocery store…say, the empty detergent aisle. Especially when I don’t know the lyrics and can thoughtlessly replace them with words that have similar consonants or syllables. (Oh, how we writers truly treasure each others’ work.) Take this Market Basket special from Sunday: Hello, pizza hear me I’m in cauliflower eating about who we […]Read more "That Adele"
My pal, Jenny, is a total rock star: she runs, she reads, she writes (like a fiend), she moms (times two), and she does it all with joy, love, and grace (truly, it’s barf-worthy in the best lady friend sense). She’s inspired me ever since we met at St. Andrews in 2005, two young writers attempting […]Read more "That 2016 To-Read List, by Jenny"