Red Room Where the Writers Are

Death to baby-daddies and Tinkerbell! They interrupt my serenity.  My ex called during a pinata B-day party that was going rather well... until he had to come unglued on me.

I had lunch with my dad today at Noah's Bagels in the City. I was meeting him because he decided to give me his cell phone.

     My father died when I was fifteen and among many other more important things, he missed out on the great trad