The first time I met Rufus Wainwright, he was naked. Well, he started out dressed, but it was only a matter of minutes before he was dancing naked in front of our table at a grungy nightclub in LA called The Garage. Let me back
Annabelle is a piece of work. After lunch I said, “Annabelle, come help clean the kitchen.” She just stared at me like she was seriously thinking. “Annabelle,” I said again, “Come help.” She shook her head and started slowly walking backwards. “I can’t,” she said in
Yesterday Henry developed a sudden irrational fear of black fuzzy things. It all started when our fabulous neighbor Allison came over wearing Groucho Marx glasses. Henry started to scream as soon as he saw her. It took him a long time to settle down and
Annabelle had a cranky day yesterday. All day she kept saying “I’m feeling honest, Mom. I’m feeling honest.” “What do you mean by honest?” I asked her. “I’m cranky, I’m tired, I’m hungry, I’m honest!” she said as if she shouldn’t have to explain. “Do
My mother has an interesting relationship with beauty. She has this amazing olive mexican skin so she doesn’t have a wrinkle at 70 years old. She glows! Even after spending her youth in the sun getting tan. It’s not fair to those of us who
George called me from work today. At teh end of our conversation, I remembered a box had arrived for him from Brooks Brothers and told him. He got very excite. “Did you see my Prince of Wales walking coat?” he asked. “What?” I replied. “My
I’m swear on my life I have Reverse Anorexia. I feel absolutely fabulous. I feel toned, sexy, energetic, great! And then…I step on the scale and I’m about 30 pounds overweight, 30 pounds heavier than before I had Henry, 30 damn pounds of love and
All morning Annabelle kept singing “honky tonky way” over and over. It sounded familiar, but I couldn’t place where she might have heard these words. She pulled out all our party bowls and cups and laid them out on the table. “Mom! I’m having a honky
Annabelle found a little stuffed creature on a shelf at the airport. It has big eyes and a long tail. She begged me to buy it for her, and since I find it very hard to refuse her every wish, she was soon cuddling it
You can take the girl out of bohemia but you can’t take the bohemia out of the girl! I’ve been dreaming lately of my old life–lesbians in suits with fedoras hiding long lustrous hair; men with Salvador Dali moustaches writing love poetry for me; tiny
