In the past few weeks, there have been two media stories dealing with weight issues. swirling around the blogosphere.  The first was the uproar over a Marie Claire blog post, in which a staff blogger wrote openly about her disgust with overweight people on a new television sitcom.  Sensitively titled “Should Fatties Get a Room?”, the author states: So anyway, yes, I think I'd be grossed out if I had to watch two characters with rolls and rolls of fat kissing each other ... . . .

I love the tradition of photos with Christmas cards.  I really do.  I look forward to getting them every year, and I put them in a scrapbook each year that I pull out during the holiday season.  It’s always fun to see how our friend’s families (and hairstyles) are changing with each new year.  I even love the Christmas letters.  I often here people mock the tradition.  Who really those things? Um, I DO.  And then I go to my mom's house and read all the . . .

I got home from DC this morning, bearing the official Halloween treats from the White House. Jafta was pretty excited that I had been inside Barack Obama’s house. I didn’t bother explaining that it is a privilege available to most citizens – I just let him think I was a really big deal.  Kids these days are so unimpressed.  You gotta grab it when you can. The rest of them were just excited to eat a cookie.  Although there was quite a bit of confusion when I tried to . . .

I am in Washington, DC for the weekend.  I would love to rationalize this trip as having some great purpose.  But I am not speaking, or working, or doing anything of intention.  I really have no business being here at all.  But . . .   I am a huge Jon Stewart fan.  I have been for years.  Mark has known this about me since we were dating, and he has been very gracious with my potentially inappropriate crush on someone else.  So gracious, in fact, that . . .