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For the past two years, my friend Isabel Reardon and I have watched helplessly as the world’s largest refugee crisis since WWII has unfolded all around us here in Europe. We see photos and hear heartbreaking stories on a daily basis…
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I’ve been absent from this blog since 2011 because I’ve been writing a novel, “The Ice Cream Queen of Orchard Street,” which follows the spectacular rise and fall of a complicated, drunken American ice cream maker over the course of…
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Recently, an interviewer for JAM magazine asked me, “Which phrases do you over-use the most?” My answer: “Cry me a fucking river” and “The world should have my problems.” Indeed. The reason I haven’t posted a blog since the New…
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Ah, ‘tis the season for holiday travel. And I, for one, am greatly looking forward to the new, full-body pat-downs at airport security. You want to run a metal-detector over my nether parts? Please, be my guest. While you’re at…
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This month, Frank McCourt would’ve turned 80. This blog is in his honor. Recently, I went to Ireland to honor my late, great mentor and high school English teacher, Frank McCourt. As you may know, Frank McCourt taught in the…
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Confession: until this week, whenever I visited Germany, I felt a little queasy. Even as I laughed with German friends, raised a beer, and feasted on strudel, part of me was on red-alert, one eye on the door, my heart…
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So I’m back in the USA again, prostituting myself again for the brand-new, gorgeous, shiny, highly-affordable paperback version of Undress Me in the Temple of Heaven (please buy it, please buy it! –there, required shameless subliminal plug done) and what…
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Ah, once again, it seems, I’ve pissed off the Brits. Recently, my husband, the Amazing Bob, and I went to London. From Geneva, it’s an hour-long flight, followed by an eternity stuck in rush-hour traffic. Yet as our voluptuous British…
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A few weeks ago, the Amazing Bob and I had the great, good fortune to go to Marrakech with some American loved ones. We spent a week in a family-run guest house in the medina. Each day, we toured Morocco…
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I just paid $17 to look at a bunch of ho-hum dildos in Prague. Serves me right. Like a gazillion other tourists, I got suckered in by the “Sex Machines Museum” here just beyond the Old Town Square. Well, I…
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