Auntie Me

I grew up watching the movie Auntie Mame with my sister, dreaming of someday becoming Rosalind Russell, and today, although I am sadly minus the long cigarette holder, glamorous wardrobe, and husky laugh, I do have (courtesy of said sister) one real live nephew!

On the road

Coming home from work in the dark tonight, a wedge of golden moon floating in the sky like garnish in a starry martini, I almost forgot how much I loathe driving.

No more dirty mouth here

Today I had my long-overdue dental cleaning and was pleasantly surprised to find that my new dental hygienist does not seem to take the same sort of joy in prodding people's gums with sharp instruments that my former dental hygienist did.

Io non capisco

Why is it that when I'm driving and practicing Italian with my "Learn Italian Practically Overnight!(sucker) language CDs I sound like nothing so much as a lascivious bag lady with a pernicious drooling disorder?

Mimi and Me

My car, a silvery grey Sunfire with a laid-back and fun-loving disposition, has been officially christened "Mimi."

In a Name

I'm listening to an NPR program about baby names and it's making me want to name something - my car, perhaps?