If you are broke like me you probably need a place to which you can escape.  Specifically, you need a place to go because your apartment is claustrophobically small.  In addition, it is helpful if the place serves very inexpensive snacks.  It is also an asset if the place allows

If you are like me, shopping online can be a real challenge.  On top of never knowing truly if you like something in person, it can be hard to judge quality.  I like to touch, feel and grope items before purchase.  Now you can have the best of both worlds

After my last post where I discovered that I am old, I went into a deep dark depression.  With the realization of ones mortality comes some potentially devastating self-discovery.  During one particularly bad night of drama I coined a phrase: ‘œNight Despair.’  While in my last, bout I began to

After a week of teaching theatre workshops with high school kids I have begun to see myself in a new way.  There is nothing like spending some time with a teenager to make you realize how old you really are.  In fact, after this week, I feel as far away

Before recently, I was not aware that there are living survivors of the atomic bombs attacks during World War II. It wasn’t until the theatre company of which I am a part was asked to do a show using true stories from the survivors that I found out about these

Dear Neti Pot makers, I have your business.  That’s right.  This morning I took it.  You may not have noticed.  This morning I realized that I don’t NEED a Neti Pot.  This morning I realized that no one needs a Neti Pot. A little history on how it went down.

I recently watched an episode of “Antiques Roadshow” where an interesting object came up for appraisal.  My husband declared it a “piece of crap that wasn’t worth anything.”  I countered by claiming that it was, in fact, an ancient Egyptian canopic jar worth a lot of money.  When the words

On days when I attempt to walk down Bedford Avenue on a Saturday night I am quickly reminded of why I don’t do it more often.  It sucks.  Aside from the droves of drunk ass 21 year olds out in front of Spike Hill’. aside from the piles of hipsters