At SXSW, love of Duran Duran was still going strong
When I was in junior high school, I could have told you anything about the band Duran Duran. With crucial information gleaned from Tiger Beat and Rolling Stone, I could have explained how the...
Category: homelife
I Feel at Home in New York City…and Sometimes I Wonder Why!
A couple of weeks ago, I was lucky enough to flee a big snowstorm in Boston, and go spend some time in NYC. When I was there I stayed with my cousin, her baby...
There’ll be a lot of Latvian guests in my living room
It’s never easy getting ready for a gazillion European houseguests to stay in your small Central Austin bungalow. When your houseguests are some of the more famous people from the tiny post-Soviet county of...
Chuckie and the Health Care Debate…
The reality of our national health-care crisis was recently brought home to me in a sudden and dramatic fashion. In mid-October, our sweet family member Charles (aka Chuckie to his friends) was struck with...
Wear For Art Thou, Outfit?
Every Wednesday on Austinist we feature one of our multitude of ridiculously talented writers, writing written things for your eyes to consume. The opinions expressed by the writer are strictly their own, and are...
Living with a build-your-own DVR
Back in elementary school, I remember entertaining myself by mentally recounting the complete prime time schedule. Tuning out tedious teaching, I finally recalled exactly what aired opposite Fantasy Island. Bored elementary kids certainly aren’t...
The hot, red-headed Scotsman I loved, then returned
Call me delusional. I went looking for a fictional character in the real world and found him. It was the unlikely culmination of a torrid affair I conducted right under my husband’s nose. He...
I am a video-game widow
Like many modern married women, I’ve been saying for years that I’m a video-game widow. After all, it’s only by the occasional bursts of faux gunfire, faintly audible from the other room, that I know that my husband is alive and well.
Meet Mr. Duke
Many men dream of going out with a supermodel. A long-legged, blond-haired, jaw-dropping, traffic-stopping, stare-inducing, beauty who won the genetic lottery. I go out with a 120 lb. supermodel everyday, and frankly sometimes it’s...
The Time I took my Father to Structure House
For those who have asked, here is an article about the time I took my dad for an Intervention at Structure House in 2004. It originally appeared in an Austin, Texas print-only publication called...
