no time for exhales. TNT table at the debut MOTH event - me squealing over kitty pics on the digital camera when Moby is a table away…Was that Chloe Sevigny on Elizabeth yesterday? It was , it was, if only she would wear pants, she would be that much more beautiful…frenetic conversations with NR over […]

While I continue to torture myself on the fact that no new story is forthcoming, the edits on a fairly decent story sit next to me, as we speak, still untouched, and a recent conversation with my agent over my next project sent me out of the house (thank god) for a much needed trek […]

This girl will travel for organic. All the way to Tenth Avenue on the West Side for a vast selection of biodynamic (life follows rhythms and the farm should be self-sustainable.), organic (organic wines use no synthetic herbicides, pesticides or fertilizers.) and sustainable artisanal wines (few pesticides, on their way to organic) from France, Spain, […]

it’s divine to stay home and do absolutely nothing but read. to prop one’s head up on a quilted pillow and immerse. and although I have busy plans with a sweet girl tonight for dinner and a movie, i’m spending today taking cat naps - awaiting the long, busy week.

i heart my pop. loads of cheesecakes, mexican food and good movies, plus a coupla cups of loose tea, makes this yet another memorable and quiet weekend. and the best part, other than spending time with the main man in my life? i’m editing an old story. fiction is back in action.

It’s always wonderful to encounter new authors, so I was that much more delighted to discover Mohammed Naseehu Ali at last night’s reading with Jhumpa Lahiri on the Lower East Side. At one of my favorite NYC landmarks, the Angel Orensanz Foundation on Norfolk (was I the only one that spotted the lone balloon […]

check out my rather long and wonderful chat with Adrienne Miller (Esquire editor, author and all-around rock star).

over the weekend, i confide to my friend of eleven years, L (I should just start calling her Laurel, as that is her name in the book), that i’ve said some rather unkind things about her in my memoir. i paint her as sheltered, overbearing and sometimes, cruel. and i’m nervous about her response […]

i’m learning there is rarely a great joy when accepting submissions out of the unsolicited pile (aka, the slush pile). recently, our team has uncovered two striking short stories by writers with little or no writing credits. i can’t tell you how this gave me backflips, considering i’ve been deeply saddened, well, disappointed, by the […]

After seeing my dear friends tash and lisa read last night at leigh’s fabulous new reading series, I went home invigorated, excited and nervous.
I haven’t written a short story in a year.
I miss writing fiction. there, i’ve gone and said it. now i can go back and hide now.

for the past few weeks, I’ve been ignoring it. The stomach pangs, the sharp pain, this discomfort, the dread I’d started to get whenever I was hungry, whenever I found myself in the kitchen…because I was frightened of becoming sick yet again. I had become fearful of the one thing I adored, unabashedly…food. But […]

i’ve spent the past two weeks living as much as one can off the internet. trying to be a little less OCD about answering email, taking my time with submissions for SSN, not feeling the need to rush people on new projects: in essence, i’m trying to be felicia with the volume turned down […]

There were some very close calls. Little iBook on the verge of being kicked off the windowsill, me thinking laptop was little boomerang that I could toss across the way, into the neighbor’s yard. Because believe me when I tell you, it was getting bad. There were actual conversations between me and said laptop - […]