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My FIERCE Sicilian grandmother, Rosemary, died in December of 2007. Even at the very end, at the deliciously ripe old age of 90, she was still TOP SHELF PUSSY. If you ever needed proof of that fact, all you had … Continue reading →

One morning, when my darling son, Hunter, was 10 months old, I woke to exactly this same scene…but with one rather vital difference. It wasn’t paint. IT WAS SHIT. Then that little blonde, cherubic, Jackson Pollock of Feces smiled at … Continue reading →

“We are alone, absolutely alone on this chance planet: and, amid all the forms of life that surround us, not one, excepting the dog, has made an alliance with us.” — Maurice Maeterlinck My love. My life. My sun. My … Continue reading →

YES. From THE ROOFTOPS OF THE WORLD, Little Sister!  

Recently, someone expressed absolute surprise when I told them I am the doting, devoted mother of three children. I find it rather amusing that people are frequently shocked to learn that this Trashy Old Trollop is a mommy. This stunned … Continue reading →

One of the most valuable lessons I have learned in my quite improbable life — and one that I have taught my two daughters and one son — has to do with the tricksy, slippery, bemusing nature of beauty. Back … Continue reading →

Today, the dark, blustery chill of Fall has finally arrived in Los Angeles, and with it, right on schedule, the return, for me, of THE FIRE. As a result, I had a rather interesting self-revelation today. Over a huge, piping … Continue reading →

A promise and reminder to JUST MYSELF: Aside from the single tube of MAC Russian Red lipstick in my purse — which is literally the ONLY cosmetic my fatass owns — all that time I save not putting on make-up … Continue reading →

For myself — as a writer, as a thinker, as a mother, as a partner, as a fucking human — this could not be any more true. Buried deep in THE SHIT OF MY EXISTENCE. In the FECES OF MY … Continue reading →