Thanks to everyone who gave me feedback on the short story. The contest deadline is January 25th so I hope to have a finished piece out then to the Bronx Council of Arts. In other news: Binny Freedman, director of Isralight, spoke at KJ, where we went for Shabbat. I miss the UES. He gave… Continue reading Lost
WARNING EXTENDED BLOG: (Fit to print!) Did you know that you can get paid to write? There is a whole slew of contests out there just waiting to be won. Money up for grabs. I have my eyes on a “contest” through the Bronx Council of Arts called: ” Individual Art Grant and ACE.” Twenty-five… Continue reading Daddy’s Little Girl
“White people sensitivity training” was a subject that came up in conversation the other day amongst my friends. We were really discussing how people from disparate cultures, classes and backgrounds can react in a “peculiar” way to different situations. Sometimes, the disconnect between two groups of people is so unsurmountable that they might need “(insert… Continue reading White People Sensitivity Training
Oy, another deadline missed. I mean, if I can’t make a self-imposed deadline…! My husband is grumpy. It’s 12:22am and he wants me to come to bed. Something about me being a workaholic. Lots of guilt, etc. I woke up this morning and ran to the post office, then the bank and then off to… Continue reading Just one of those days
I thought growing up that I was depressed. Life was pretty depressing between the psychotic mom, the deadbeat dad, the suicidal siblings and the pooping/screaming baby half-sister whose pseudo-mom I had become as soon as she popped out. (Hold on while I yell at my husband. Dammit, yes, I ate all the chocolates, yes, I… Continue reading The Blues
Well, I missed writing my daily blog post yesterday. My bad. Shabbos was a blur of reading People (thanks to my mother-in-law) and Entertainment Weekly. Kudos to Nicole Kidman’s gestating Aussie spawn and um, poor Britney needs more than Dr. Phil to help her out of this one. Last night, we watched Paprika, an anime… Continue reading High School Reunion
Oy, the price of kosher food in Manhattan. Carrie, my super fab college pal, and I went out to dinner on the totally rainy, gloomy Thursday. Cue the thunder. We had some fancy Italian food at Gusto Va Mare and bitched about our aging bodies. Ah, the terrible cholesterol. Ah, those lovely 20 lbs we’ve… Continue reading My night out on the town
There are many problems with being the orphan of parents who are very much alive. None of my siblings has ever had the luxury of a safety net in the way that people who have supportive parents do. For a long time, my hero was my 8th grade English teacher to whom I owe about… Continue reading Fun at the Orphanage
I’m joining an improv group here in Riverdale. Tonight I got a taste of it because the Wives’s club meeting was devoted to getting about ten of us doing all sorts of improv and theater games. It was spectacularly hilarious. Everyone made a complete fool out of themselves and bonded over that. Hopefully, everyone feels… Continue reading I’d like to thank the Academy for this award….
Just got back from a jaunt to CVS. Elated about my $9 coupon for anything at CVS, I grabbed some conditioner, some mouthwash (I know, really exciting stuff here) before heading to the pharmacy for three of my presciptions. My favorite curly-haired pharmacist was checking me out (I’m a regular) and we joked about past… Continue reading I hate you…
Memoirs of a Jewminicana 