WONDERFUL LITTLE ASS if you search on the terms “wonderful ass” or “little ass” you will get my blog. not number one in the search results, but still there. i have to say, i am very flattered. and so is my virutal model i just created on lands end. she is kind of a babe, […]

TOO MANY THINGS i am practically PEEEING at my desk right now.

I’VE MISSED THE RABBIT and now that she is posting again i am ever so happy. i am going to let her reagan memorial post serve as mine also just for fun. hey andrea, will you tell heather i have a big bloggie crush on her? thanks, miss meg

TONIGHT’S THE NIGHT mary and i officially hand over the reins of the reading series to adam and thomas. magnolia cupcakes, scotch and plenty of verse from mary and me, albert zayden, john schertzer and kathleen krause, shanna compton, jordan davis, mark bibbins,amy holman and jon thirkield. if you live in nyc, get yo ass […]

BECAUSE VEUVE IS BOUGHT BY THE CASE at uncle john’s house, the other fabulous memory i have of that weekend was taking a shower in the huge outdoor shower next to the guest cottage, sipping my champagne under sunny skies and relaxing in a big white fluffy bathrobe, glass in hand, hair wet. that weekend, […]

IT WAS ONLY A YEAR AND A HALF AGO when kristen was 8 1/2 months with baby jack that we sipped champagne at uncle john’s sorbet house in the hamptons for the baby shower. sigh. and now stephen gambrel’s house in sag harbor (the very one we shared a quick bite of fried chicken in […]

SHPILKES is what i had last saturday afternoon. it means in yiddish, ants in the pants. this was among the many yiddishisms sam and joshie taught me last night. two other ones also. one that meant chutzpah but more than chutzpah (which i can’t remember what it was) and then we discussed the merits of […]

POOP IS MY FRIEND i am only saying this because griffin has presented me with much poop in the last two days. i am sure it is a sign of his undying affection, and so poop will have to be my friend until this puppy develops a new way to show his love. i’d go […]