I survived my childhood by birthing many separate identities to stand in for one another in times of great stress and fear.

I had left home (like all Jewish girls) in order to eat pork and take birth control pills. When I first shared an intimate evening with my husband, I was swept away by the passion (so dormant inside myself) of a long and tortured existence. The physical cravings I had tried so hard to deny, finally and ultimately sated ... But enough about the pork.

I want to eat, cook, meet famous people and make fun of them.

It's the Night of the Living Dead. It's scary out here.

politics and religion in the United States work like the twin grips of a pair of pliers on a critical mass of the masses.

I actually regard Facebook as a huge bore, but I cannot refrain from participating in it. I guess I crave the feeling of hope it gives me to think that today will be different from yesterday, that I will find an interesting comment or poke or video, and on the extremely rare occasion when that happens, I am just thrilled.

Your body is your instrument, you play it expertly.