Messy. Shady. Honest.
I was delighted a few weeks ago when I discovered that The Fillmore Detroit started following me on Twitter. I’m not sure why this awesome Detroit establishment would have any interest in me. Either they assumed (and would be correct) that I am just a cool chick, or they picked random people in hopes of... Continue Reading →
They say ignorance is bliss. It’s not so blissful when you observe really moronic behavior being passed down a generation to a vulnerable, impressionable child. On my short business trip to Vegas this week, I was witness to behavior that ranged from flustered panic to off the charts narcissism to complete and utter ignorant rudeness.... Continue Reading →
We had a deal. Me and this cat. I was to adopt him and he was to be a cat. I bought him the usual swag- a litter box, over-priced food, treats, mouse toys, a plush bed, catnip and a scratching post. He was perfect in the car, not a meow or cry at all.... Continue Reading →
I have become a Twitter addict. I love to follow the inane thoughts of celebrities and the pictures of their ridiculous, over-the-top parties. But, the other reason I am becoming a die-hard fan is because of the networking and writing ideas that can come from it. There are writers and comedians to follow who you... Continue Reading →
Things are getting ugly and it’s sort of a mess. I have awful writer’s block. And when I say block, it’s a complete brick wall in my face. I cannot seem to take Hemingway’s advice of writing one true sentence. Or, I get the sentence and can’t follow it up with anything behind it. I’ve... Continue Reading →
...You might find me parked on the couch with a bag of Cheetos and a glass of Chardonnay watching the crazy bitches of Mob Wives smack each other around. You might see my un-showered, flannel pajama’d ass curled up under a blanket browsing for hours on Pinterest and the New York Post. It’s not a... Continue Reading →
Guilt. It’s a five-letter word that doesn’t roll off the tongue. It’s more of a thud. A clunk. It keeps you from sleeping at night and when you open your eyes in the morning, that thickness can thwart the sunshine streaming through the windows, leaving you a bit blah. Women just seem to be born... Continue Reading →
"...there's a hormone secreted into the bloodstream of most writers that makes them hate their own work while they are doing it, or immediately after. This, coupled with the chorus of critical reaction from those privileged to take a first look, is almost enough to discourage further work entirely." - Francis Ford Coppola, "Letter to... Continue Reading →
Being in your thirties is a completely different animal. And when I say thirties, I mean late thirties. Like, next year is 40. When I was in my mid-twenties, I could not wait to be thirty. I had the uncomfortable, weird, undecided twenties. I had no idea what I was doing with my life and... Continue Reading →
Have a great holiday weekend! Catch up with Hazel this weekend after you are stuffed with turkey and Tryptophan.
An Honest Swallow 