Rant 72 January 2015: Love the one you’re with

Picture a parent. A good parent. Not a “perfect” parent, like the weird glassy-eyed people who live in Martha Stewart zombie universes. A real parent. More of a Louis CK kind of parent than a Michele Obama kind of parent. But a good parent nevertheless. Now imagine you ask this good parent about what it’s […]

Rant 71 October 2014: Make it Crunky

Last night I ate chicken sashimi. Yes, that’s raw chicken breast. Which is normally an insane thing to do. Unless you’re in Tokyo with a Japanese host, in a restaurant with no English where chefs are diligently fanning real charcoal with bamboo fans. Where their chicken livers were probably still squawking 6¬†hours ago. After you’ve […]

Rant 70 May 2014: Make Love, Not War

“My skull is dissolving,” I say. My voice quivers. The woman with me has to lean in closer to hear it. “Dissolving?” “Yes. Dissolving. My face is caving in. Crumbling. Like sand.” I pause. “Oh my god, my whole face is caving in!” I am panicking now. My heart pounds. This is raw¬†feeling. Pure instinct. […]

Rant 69 December 2013: The Winter of Our Content

Having passed through the abundant harvest of my juicy, fruitful celebration of 40, I’m now freezing at the threshold of the dark winter of Coming To Terms With Aging. I never expected this. I always thought I’d sail through this part, barely stepping on the universe’s Life Change Lintel as I breezed through the portal into midlife.

Rant 68 September 2013: 80 Thoughts on 40

I’ve clung with my fingernails to this sticky ball we call Earth for 40 vertigo-inducing trips around the sun. Now, I pass my wisdom on to you.

Rant 67 January 2013: Apocalypse Now

If you lost everything in the apocalypse, how might you end up freer? What would be in the boxes that would be jettisoned? What imaginary authority figure or judge would catch fire and be destroyed? What bullshit could YOU throw out in 2013 to free up some mental health, and why?

Rant 66 December 2012: The First Rule of Fast Club

The first rule of fast club is: Don’t talk about fast club. The second rule of fast club is that skinny guys no longer get to tell me what to do. (Although I love you guys. You look so cute with your pants falling down!)

Rant 65 October 2012: Pray for Mojo

The late 30s and 40s are a time of great power for women. Declining hormones tear veils away from our eyes. It is the beginning of when we learn to get over the crap we’ve been spoon-fed, to feel some rumbling righteous anger, and start loving ourselves.