Happy New Year! I hope you had a wonderful 2013. I missed you. I thought a quick review of last year’s resolutions would be in order. They were: Drink less Sancerre Exercise daily Write a thousand words of new book daily Meditate daily Change from AOL to Gmail Quit chewing Nicorette gum Cancel the gym membership at Equinox taken out with good intentions in January 2011 Stop procrastinating. So how did I do? Drink less Sancerre – We’ll come...
While satisfying my craving for moules marinieres and pommes frites in Bouchon Beverly Hills the other night, disaster struck. I am not talking about the two earthquakes that rocked the area this week, I am talking about the other earth shattering moment when I realized my brand new black patent Louboutin pump was lodged in a tiny grid underneath the table. The gravity of the situation came in on me instantly. Gingerly removing my foot from the shoe, I...
We had a great night Saturday. A close friend was turning sixty and you know what baby boomers are like when they get down to party. And so yes, there was much Sancerre, some (very) old moves on the dance floor and okay I’ll admit it, a fair bit of Karaoke. I have a vague recollection of a swimming pool figuring somewhere in the festivities too. As we were leaving, feeling it my sole responsibility to ensure that the...
It’s never too late for a career change, which is why I am going to stop writing and get myself a job at Challenge Plumbing. “Whatever for?” I hear you ask, “For plumbing is not at all glamorous.” I understand your concern, but I am not aiming for the mechanical or messy side of things. I want a job in their office answering the phone. Yes. That’s right, the ‘electric telephone’ as invented by Alexander Graham Bell. Last week...
Yesterday I abandoned my work, husband, friends, family, life as I know it, my Mac, iPad, Facebook page and emails. The phone remains unanswered. I haven’t managed a single Tweet in forty-eight hours. This could be my final blog. I can think of one thing and one thing only; ‘What time do they open?’ YES! Target has opened a store in my neighborhood. Yesterday morning I pushed that giant red cart up and down its glorious aisles, adrenaline coursing...
The slogan on this T-shirt caught my eye as I was sitting at the airport yesterday. I often wonder how many washes it takes before the joke on a T-shirt gets really old. Anyway it was a welcome distraction. I was wrestling with a macadamia coconut shrimp and counting the minutes until I could get out of Orlando and back home to LA. You know you’re in the wrong place when the highlight of the trip is the flight...
It’s late morning here in LA. One of my son’s girlfriends is having an orgasm in our guest house, the converted garage that doubles as a den and where the phrase “If these walls could talk…” has more meaning than I would wish to share. This morning’s orgasm is a Harry Met Sally piece of theatre being Skyped to a casting director in New York. Years ago the pool-room doubled as a space where teenagers engaged in a wide...
I read my old diary from July 2001 this morning. It had a working title for the novel I hoped to write one day. (Hey I did it! Please download India’s Summer right now. Just press that little Amazon BUY button, you won’t regret it and even if you do it’s only the price of a Starbucks’ coffee.) Anyway, back to the diary… Diary of A Madwoman – How one Crazed Mother Moved her Husband and Two Teenagers From...
My promotional book tour continues. Technically I’m not certain that randomly giving out copies of India’s Summer on the beach while on vacation constitutes a book tour. My publicist is encouraging me to blog and tweet; but in a summer where you’re competing with Fifty Shades of Grey I think my approach is probably as effective. On the flight to Cancun Mexico, Fergie, minus her Black-eyed Peas, was seated behind us. She tweeted a picture of herself on the...
“Sometimes when I look at my children I say to myself, ‘Lillian, you should have stayed a virgin'” – Lillian Carter, mother of the 39th President of the United States. As we approach Mother’s Day in the US, I am given cause to reflect. You see, nobody told me (or if they did I wasn’t listening) how time-consuming, demanding, exhausting, intense, expensive, life-changing, challenging and absorbing it would be to become a mother. ‘Come on in. The water’s lovely!’...