August 2010

I Miss You, Face Sleepers.

August 31, 2010

My plans for the week got derailed a bit when Simone threw up last Tuesday night, taking her virus airborne and infecting Scott. Why a sick husband should cause more challenges and disruptions than a sick child is a mystery I am not qualified to solve, but there you are. Our household descended into chaos, [...]

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Thing 1 and Thing 2 (and Things 3 Through 6).

August 23, 2010

I am working on distilling the sensory overload of my book tour into post form, but while I toil away in the distillery, a few things… Thing #1: Simone’s new favorite activity in the whole world is to clomp around the apartment in my shoes. Sorry, people below us! I try to hide the heels [...]

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Highlight Reel.

August 15, 2010

THURSDAY. • I have a longstanding love affair with The Warwick Hotel. If I had my way, I would live there—as Cary Grant did for many years—but in this as in so many things I have been thwarted, and have had to settle for the occasional brief stay whenever I visit New York. This last [...]

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A Hotel Room of One’s Own.

August 4, 2010

Last week, Amazon began shipping my book hither and yon (well, mostly yon). To people. I had been saving all my anxiety for August 10th, my actual pub date, and was unprepared when called upon ahead of schedule. (My fretting was still at the cleaners! My swivet was unironed! My lather was in no condition [...]

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