Electrolicious

Canada was fabulous, my friends. Despite getting grief at the border both ways (car searches: not just for stoners any more!), my time in Canada was pure magic. I stayed with my old friend Jolayne (shown here a few years back), who talks just as fast as I do, resulting in lightning speed chattering! Try […]

My friend Dawn (queen of good-natured peer pressure) has been working on me for months to cut my hair. “You should go back to a bob,” she says. Andreas has always preferred my hair short, so he always nods in agreement when this conversation comes up.
My response is always the same: “Not this year.” The […]

These are strange days, filled with oozing and grapefruits and tiny pieces of grass that fly into my eye and come out hours later in a leak of tears. Days of curling up on the couch under a blanket even though it’s sunny out and my favorite time of year. Days of spending five hours […]

I moved off of Bainbridge Island in 1993. And yet somehow a huge chunk of my dreams still take place on Washington State Ferries. Seriously. The ferry has absolutely become the landscape of my subconscious. I’m sure Jung would have something to say about that, but sometimes I feel like my sleeping hours are like […]

• Last night I had a dream that I was an amazing dancer. I woke up this morning and went to dance class, but wasn’t able to live up to my own expectations.
• After seeing the spread in the Times yesterday, my mom revealed that one of her early motherhood fears was that her daughter […]

Dear Entire World,
In my attempt to do absolutely everything, it’s become increasingly clear that I actually can’t. This means I’m screwing things up left and right because there’s too much on my plate. If I owe you an email, phone call, Salon of Shame ticket, birthday party attendance, bill payment, article, book proposal, or thank […]

• Andreas gets home tomorrow night! I’m glad I was in NYC during most of his trip because I haven’t really started missing him something fierce until this weekend. When I got home Thursday night, I walked into our bedroom and got a blast of what I think of as the “we smell,” and had […]

(meh, I thought better of it.)

When you’re sick, mildly depressed, have gnawing anxiety, haven’t showered in two days and sort of just want to curl up and die in your dirty pink sweatpants, it’s awfully nice when the mail man shows up with the solution: a netflix envelope containing Beverly Hills 90210: Season 1: Disc 1.

You know how anorexics have that strange loss of reality where at a certain point they stop being able to see or understand what “attractive” or “healthy” means? You know those 80-pound women still convinced that they have fat thighs, even as their skin visibly droops off of their exposed, sad little femurs?
I am the […]