I had a difficult relationship with my grandfather. He died when I was a senior in high school, so some of it may have been simple ...
So you’ve met Fat Debbie:
and Hot Debbie:
It’s time to introduce plain ol’, garden variety, what-you-see-is-what-you-get Debbie:
That photo was taken ...
The doorbell just rang. It was these:
Are they not insanely beautiful? They’re from S. Today is our six-month wedding anniversary, but that’s just a coincidence. S produces ...
I once worked with a visionary. His name was David Roth, and he was Associate Publisher of Fodor’s Travel Publications. I was VP of advertising and promotion for a division ...
Last week I introduced Fat Debbie.
Today I’d like you to meet Hot Debbie, the second face I’ve worn in my life.
The other night ...
At the end of an interminable, depressing day in which I did my best to avoid all forms of news–except for the concession speech, which did little ...
The sun pours in my window as I write this. The cats sit in puddles of light. Outside, the guys at the garage next door bang on cars and shout ...
In my life I’ve shown three distinct faces to the world: Fat Debbie, Hot Debbie, and Debbie.
Fat Debbie debuted before I turned three years old.
According to ...
S and I got married in May. We figured we’d take a nice long honeymoon in the ...
This week I’m wrapping up a 3-month freelance gig, filling in while someone’s on maternity leave. While I can’t say I love working 9-5 (the shlep on the subway, the ...
