School's Out For Summer

I wish I was a camper...swimming twice a day, a snack of icecream in the afternoon and lots of running around and playing. At daycamp in Brooklyn, I started my first magazine with my best friend Yuki Sow. Her parents owned the fish market down the street from my grandmother's apartment. Yuki and I knew all of the camp gossip; so our magazine chronicled the dating lives of elementary school kids. We handwrote our magazine and sold it for 25 cents. I guess I was always meant to be in the media business.

In high school I released one edition of the The Fountainhead - an alternative rag. I just didn't have the discipline to continue. I remember making tons of photocopies at my dad's office and my friend and fellow Fountainhead writer stealing some samples of laxatives.

Another wonderful thing about the summer - about camp - was having a crush. From camper to camp counselor, there was always a boy (sometimes many) that gave a certain energy to the hot days. It was lovely, but not always so innocent in my teenage years.

Dare I?

I won't apologize for not blogging for several months. Though it's crossed my mind once or twice, I can't really say that I've missed it. I find my life as an adult is filled with more change than my life as a teen or obnoxious, hard-drinking 20's. Welcome 30's - a brain that is often forgetful and cloudy yet so painfully sharp at moments that I'm shocked by my own acuteness. A body that is full-fledge plus-size, but still filled with curves and a flair of sexiness. An appetite for sex that had significantly dimished since my youth, but a newfound respect for pleasure and sensuality in a totally different emotional regard. A career that can blossom and fizzle out in a week, but a good reputation, to boot. A checking account that has grown by leaps and bounds, but a savings account that putters quite quietly on.

As a teen there were some constants...friendships with a group of absolutely adorable girlfriends that could see heaven and hell in split seconds. Being horny. Looking, deeply searching for fun (sometimes at any cost). Having a new crush. Imbibing, indulging, hallucinating, puking - all constants.

I wait for Dan to get home - glass of hearty red by my side. Pugs walked. Coffee pot washed. Lily Allen playing followed by the trusty Rolling Stones. He will make eggs tonight because it's muggy and we're so tired. I no longer cook as I did in Ithaca - it's been months since I've picked up a pan. I think I like it.