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Nothing says you’re getting older more than the phone calls.  Last year, it seemed that every time I picked up the phone it was either someone telling me they were getting divorced, or that they had cancer.  I don’t mean to sound flip.  The first is the end of life as you know it, and the second the potential end of life all together.  But if you can’t find humor in it all, you can’t survive it.  There are even websites devoted to “Cancer Jokes.”  Gotta love the internet.

Still, it’s hard to find anything to smile about when you’re watching someone suffer. Still, I try.  Humor is how I cope with everything from whining kids, to leaky roofs, to sagging bustlines.  So when my mother-in-law was diagnosed with non-Hodgkins lymphoma this summer, we joked about how chemo would be the best diet ever.  When my college boyfriend found out that his thyroid cancer had metastasized into his lungs, he quipped “Bet now you’re really glad you didn’t marry me!”  And when my own mother went in for her second mastectomy, after already having lost her large intestine to colitis twenty years earlier, we joked that it was “another year, another body part.”

Not truly funny, maybe.  But when you’re terrified, or sad, or desperate, sometimes you’ll laugh, just to make it seem like it’s not that bad. Sometimes you’ll laugh just so you won’t cry. (more…)


October 1, 2009 at 7:52 pm Leave a comment

Roots: A mini-series in my middle part

Not Really My Hair

Not Really My Hair

At the moment, I’m looking a little Kunte Kinte. Which is to say, my roots are showing. Not my ethnic roots. Those are always readily apparent, what with the cliche nose and the frizzy hair. I mean my hair. My brunette is showing. And I am none too happy about it.

There are a few problems with my Alex Haley issue: first, I am in The Hamptons for the summer, while my “hair guy,” Crieghton, is in NYC. Second, I will be in NYC tomorrow, but Creighton (so fabulous, he only goes by the single moniker) will be doing the cover of Out Magazine and so cannot tend to my tresses. And third, every time I have to get my hair dyed, it costs too much and takes too long.

Seriously, three hours of my life disappears (along with my roots) every time I head to the hairdressers. And I’m also parting with WAY more money than I’d like to admit. All in the pursuit of….well, I don’t really know.

Looking good? Looking blond? Recapturing my childhood, when I was truly blond with lovely streaks? And if the latter, at what age does long Sarah Jessica Parker hair start looking ridiculous? Forty-five? Forty-seven? Take a look at Dyan Cannon— however old she is – she missed the cut-off. (more…)

July 16, 2008 at 9:57 pm Leave a comment

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