(www.sass-pants.com) — What seems like a lifetime ago, I wrote a post called “Why I Could Never Be Friends With Bridget Jones.” My comments, in part: Bridget’s on the right track when she resolves to take better care of herself by cutting back on the ciggies and the booze, but the fact that she measures her happiness by whether [her… Read more »
(www.sass-pants.com) — When I was a kid, we frequently recorded movies off of television and watched the tapes over and over and over. As a result, I have eerily sharp memories surrounding “the magic of Minolta,” Secret Keepers, Sylvan soft white bulbs, Bill Cosby and Jell-O Pudding, and a creepy face in the carpet selling some kind of cleaner (Resolve?… Read more »
How’s this for offensive? “Jesus Is My Prozac” I was test driving my husband’s new truck when I saw that absurd statement on a sign in front of a church in Fredericksburg, VA, and I nearly ran off the road I was so aghast that anyone could possibly be so ignorant as to suggest that depression can be cured by… Read more »
(www.sass-pants.com) — It’s well past lunchtime and I am definitely hungry, but nothing sounds appealing to me AT ALL right now. Well, that’s not true: There are five pomegranates on the counter and I want to eat them all, but that’s not exactly a nutritious meal. I should cook something, but I’m feeling very, very lazy. And bored. And there… Read more »
(www.sass-pants.com) — Most days I’m fine. It’s been almost 6 years since my brother Jesse died. But tonight, I can’t get him out of my head. These nights, playing my guitar is what gets me through. Or maybe it makes it worse. I honestly haven’t decided yet. Yet. Like it just happened. But it’s been 2,071 days. I try to… Read more »