A writer writing

You know what’s kind of dreamy for a writer (read: me)? The right outlet. You know what’s even dreamier? Several of those. It occurred to me today, just today, that I have manifested something I’ve been saying I want. It’s options within my...

Ah, utopia

GAME PLAN: I’ve got it all figured out. Don’t you? My bank account is overflowing. My body is never creaky. Not a speck of dust in my home. I floss daily. And oh, the sex. My happiness arches like a rainbow over my perfect, polished life. Take your problems walking....

A dream with a special guest

GAME PLAN: It is so rare that I remember my dreams, but I had one this week that jolted me awake. I was relaxing on a balcony in Lower Manhattan, engaged in conversation with author Elizabeth Gilbert. Both of us were in lounge chairs. Our view was the Hudson River,...

Transported

Thoroughly enjoyed a terrific 24 hours jam-packed with culture courtesy of New York City. It’s hard to believe I didn’t always live a stone’s throw from Manhattan with the ability to partake in all its opportunities. On Thursday evening my friend...

Quotable

My brother recommended a piece in a recent issue of The New Yorker. Said he thought of me when he read it — “THE HUNGER DIARIES: Life and Letters” by Mavis Gallant. At age 28, she left a job as a journalist in Montreal and went to Paris (1950). The...