Youth is so beautiful and I was reminded again of this at Coachella. The girls with their faintly sunburned cheeks looked as ripe and fresh as nectarines and most of the boys still had faint traces of the baby faces they'd had six or seven years ago.
My car and I have such little chemistry that I don't recognize it in a parking lot, or when it's presented to me by a valet. "Madame, your car," they call out, and I look around to see the nerd they must be talking to.
The more cowardly we become about fat and the longer we pretend that we can continue eating while our bodies revolt against us by getting sicker and sicker, the more we fail our children and their children.
I may not suffer from nightmares, but I can scare the hell out of myself in the five or 10 minutes before unconsciousness. Most nights, I don't want to be alone with my mind in complete silence and darkness.
Six years later, the newest installment of the series passes the torch to a younger stable of artists who, along with series initiator Vicki Iovine and Timothy Shriver, shared their thoughts about the album.
Then came the divorce, the brand new home, the brand new furniture and my best efforts to create a lovely and peaceful haven for myself and my kids. I would never have mentioned the dogs and their continued residence with Dad at the old house...