An accidental pussy grabber

So, I was on my way to a meeting the other day, when I inadvertently kidnapped a neighbors’ cat. Really… it wasn’t my fault. See, we have this big black cat named Oliver. And Oliver has gotten it into his head lately that he should be able to roam about his domain, namely everything he can…

No, really, call me nasty

A lot of words have been hurled at angry women voters lately. My particular favorite is “Nasty Bitch.” In the words of Inigio Montoya…”You keep using those words. I do not think they mean what you think they mean.” I was in a meeting a few weeks ago with a woman who was discussing complaining…

Don’t Cook in Your Bikini – a letter to my sons

Today, I was working on my cookbook. It’s a book I’ve been working on for my sons for the past 10 years. First, handwritten, and then entered into the computer and now organized and digitized, it’s almost finished. I’ve got a few more recipes to add, and a few pictures to throw into place, but…

Bless me, Leah, for I have sinned

I have the coolest miracle worker in the world. And by miracle worker, I mean hairdresser. No, stylist. No. High priestess of hair. Leah, my miracle worker, is the religious equivalent of nirvana in black leggings. Irreverent, ballsy, out-spoken and always smiling, she is the confidante of my inner wildest fantasies – purple hair. She…