I let The Daily News take pictures of me.

I’m not a parent but a post I wrote on being adopted and being a teenage rebel won a hottest of the hot award. Would like to thank gnmparents for that honor.

Day Two. She who shall remain nameless sent it to all our friends, former friends, and their children. I stopped answering the phones for awhile because all I would hear was “He,he,he,ho-ha,” etc. Even the politically correct children couldn’t stop laughing. My own sister loved it. I just updated my will and funeral or memorial instructions so as to make sure that’s not the photo used–well it can be but not as the primary one.
I don’t think that I have ever said here that I did act in college underground films, because I have a face of a thousand expressions.
When the photo was taken, two haircuts ago, I was a year younger–it was in the beginning of July–my sister wants that known.
The last time my picture was in something official I was in some video–in my 30’s playing the older ingenue. Now it’s character time. I can live with that–really.
I just had to listen to my best friend laugh for five straight minutes. She’s sending it to everyone we ever met. She who shall remain nameless designed the wall unit. There are even pictures by me as a kid in the background, and my favorite book in Kindergarten: Westwood Ho The Wagon My Dad could recite the book from memory until his last day on earth. Not that he did. It was the first movie outside of Charlie Chaplin Films I saw in a theatre. Fess Parker was the star but I was much more interested in Karen and Cubby from The Mickey Mouse Club.

My hair looks weird–which very coincendentally I had cut the day, and dyed the day before–those are very expensive highlights that look….
This is me in 1988, and me this past winter

According to The Daily NewsI’m a cord cutter. According to me I’m an image blower. However I do have my picture in the Big T–Technorati and Blogalog, the thing that keeps putting me in communities. It is another version of the fruit cake gift. Always get jolted when I go to a blog and see my picture. No, it doesn’t belong here. Please, take it out…..

The News found me through my blog. So did Newsday The Long Island Press and The Christian Science Monitor

Sometimes I think if I sit here long enough a publishing company will find me. I know. I know. That’s like sitting and waiting for Prince Charming to walk through the door. I have done that and found many toads

Oh God, I look so stupid. I can’t stop looking at myself and laughing.

The photographer was truly sweet. Two great journalistic minds trying to think of something to do to show a cord cutting household.

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I will finally complain. They have wood stacked in the building proper. I don’t know if this a week long renovation, though today’s a perfect day and nobody is working. I don’t know if it’s supposed to take a month, a year or like last time, over two years. Continue Reading »

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I know. I wasn’t going to blog again until the new Courting. I make up rules so that I can change them. I was just going to throw in some pictures, but, uh….The post below this one is the one I care about

On the first sorta warm, not too cloudy, no rain in the forecast, day I walked from Coney Island to Sheepshead Bay, Brooklyn. I didn’t include pictures of Brighton Beach, Manhattan Beach or Seagate, three Brooklyn hoods I walk through to get to Sheepshead Bay.
I love getting lost and always put in some getting lost time. Alas I have begun to know these neighborhoods too well. Continue Reading »

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Have you guessed the time Gonzales is going to resign to get a free years supply of Ben & Jerrys? My younger friends, in their teens, are very very into this. So are their parents who were totally apathetic because they didn’t believe change would come. They became apathetic after the Florida election, because democracy wasn’t working.

It would be incredible, amazing, wonderful beyond belief if the firing of the prosecutors is the one action that brings down Bush & Comp and more than a lot ironic.

I bought a new camera to replace the one that went into the sea. It’s not a simple point and click, so I practiced on objects as it was too cold to practice on the street.

I love glass. It’s pure and calming to me. This is just a bit of the glass objects. Some are Scottish paperweights. Scottish sand’s supposed to be the best for glass making.

I disliked Murano until they began to make door knobs

These pictures only reflect one side of me. My blog feels the same. When it’s made over, issues will be on a sidebar as Courting’s really about stories.

I can tell real stories about each object and I can make some stories up. When I first began blogging, I was “forced” to defend the veracity of my stories. At the time I had only written one fiction post, but it wasn’t clearly marked “fiction.” As the woman kept morphing into different identities, well, it was obviously fiction.

I have never had a wonderful feeling about blogging. It doesn’t make me all warm, happy and comfortable.

I deeply regret getting so deep into issues because it wasn’t fun, and began my love hate issues with comments.

The new Courting will be a more peaceful place. One where I can feel comfortable telling stories, whether true or fiction.

Lately I have been very reflective and wondering why I even call myself a writer. Yeah, I have had over 50 articles published, but I can’t say that I have been trying to be published.

Before I did become a professional writer, many people including my mother would ask why I wasn’t one. I had a stock answer:
There are nine million people in the naked city and 8.75 million think they’re writers.

Maybe I was right. I just don’t know.

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When I looked at the list of popular subjects, today being the fourth anniversary of the war didn’t even make the cut. Second Life did. Sometimes I feel as if I have been living a version of Second Life over the past 28 months. I read about Second Life being a therapeutic tool. I would buy into that, if I didn’t know how many obsessives use the Internet as a substitute for doing. It really makes you feel as if you’re accomplishing something. Sometimes it’s necessary. Sometimes, it’s the opposite. It’s very hard to tell when you’re actually online.

I would say that it’s a lot better than Texas Hold em, but many people play Second Life for real money. Spring is sprunging and there’s nothing better than real life for practicing techniques for real life.

I will be at a candle lit rally tonight against the war. Four years. We have to get out. We have to get this country’s priorities straight.

Here’s a Times select article for all of you who think if only Reagan were president

When Courting’s redesigned I will have a space for newspaper articles and will copy the select ones. I will also emphasis my fiction as I think it’s my biggest strength
A link to my latest fiction post. It’s steamy and good. Want to highlight the fiction in my new blog.









This is a firehouse in my hood. Count the plaques. In the hood, another lost eleven and still another thirteen.

I will never forget. Continue Reading »

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