This is 47

Dears, The first 12 hours of being 47 are going swimmingly. There’s several feet of snow piling up outside. I have had three cups of coffee and two fried eggs. I was gifted with a freeze-your-brain, ice-cube tray (to make cubes in the shape of brains); two mermaid hand towels; a brain-in-a-jar candle; a beautiful…

Lazarus’ Kitten

Dears, Six months ago, at the Best Western in Naples, I was awoken by a call from Nora at six a.m. My father was dead. The date was April 2, 2012. In the hours and days that followed, we kept busy by eating at Hooters and planning the best memorial service ever. I didn’t know…