11 results for 'christinemer'
Well, hello Michelle Williams. Wow. Kudos to you for sure, for you are totally mesmerizing as Marilyn Monroe—or frankly, as anyone at all. No one can take their eyes off you when you are on the screen. You are more bewitching than Marilyn was by many percentage points.
My Week with Marilyn is a must-see. It's a one-week snippet of Marilyn's life, and it shows us her genius at manipulation and her vulnerability as a woman whose soul others can't see through her beauty. Lastly, it shows us how three extremely powerful players were all at the mercy of one very unstable Marilyn.
So, when I woke up this morning and saw that Syracuse University's basketball coach and assistant coach seem to have the same issues that we just heard about with Penn State's Paterno and company, I felt this gnawing feeling in the back of my mind. Then I started to think about the internal workings of the Catholic Church, which allowed (and still allow, in my humble opinion) the institution of a pedophile's version of Girls Gone Wild. Then I put two and two together, and here is what I got.
Is it possible that men like these—priests, coaches, etc.—find a safe haven in the men's clubs... (more)
I wrote this piece ten years ago, in the weeks following 9/11. Nothing has changed for me.
I have been a committed atheist for forty-eight years, never wavering in my firm belief that God makes a wonderful crutch, a way to avoid responsibility for our part in life’s suffering. At first, when the towers fell along with everyone in them, my anger and pain sang of a Godless heap where the southern tip of Manhattan meets the river. Over the next few weeks, as the anger has been replaced with stories from the survivors, I find myself dusting off the empty shelves of my soul to make room for... (more)
I have long been irritated at the competitive attitude in the great US of A. I remember when the fabulous Sarah rode in the Hampton Classic in the Lead Line with three hundred other darlings. Everyone who entered left the ring with a light blue ribbon. One girl left the ring with the true first place ribbon. It was hard to explain to my five-year old that she didn’t win when she was standing there with a blue ribbon in her hand saying she did. She went on to win a zillion blue ribbons in her equestrian career. She didn’t need a false start to get there.
If we stopped pretending that... (more)
I really want to think of myself as an organized person. I work hard at it. I took the Franklin Covey three-day course in using their planner, which frankly was a very long time to sit and learn how to fill in your calendar. I buy calendars and agendas yearly, and notebooks usually once a month. I buy them and start all over. Then I throw out the paper organizers and notebooks and move to Outlook. Then I move to an Excel spreadsheet. Then I move back to the spiral notebook and calendars.
I’m exhausted from the sheer weight of carrying these books around, and I find myself unable to track... (more)
A friend recently said you must always find the test you need to give a guy to make sure he has what you need to be your life partner. I started thinking about it, and I know exactly what she means.
For me, how a guy drives says it all. I need a strong, fast driver, with accuracy at the wheel. Someone who would never lose his temper at another driver. He would just leave them in the dust. He would pick the right lane and have an E-ZPass card in his pocket at all times in case we rented a car, or took mine instead of his. He would know how to get places, or ask for directions with ease,... (more)
It's hard for a fifty-eight year old woman (that would be me) to sing the praises of a woman who renamed herself Lady Gaga and wraps herself in raw meat to go onstage and talk about being authentic. Before I got to know her music, I had a hard time considering the wearing of red meat on your body to be authentic. But I thought it might be a generational thing. I, like so many of my peers, thought of the Gaga as a 2011 remake of Madonna, who was more show than talent. I was wrong.
Lady Gaga was Stephanie someone-or-other, and she grew up in New York City at the same time as my fabulous... (more)
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I love this movie. I’m going to go see it again, and then maybe one more time. It’s a chick flick with no romantic interest. Go figure. That alone makes it unique. It’s the story of David and Goliath, only they are baseball teams. It’s the story of a broken family. It’s a story of dreams unfulfilled. It’s a story about working together. It’s a story about believing you are right when there is no precedent for your ideas. So many stories, so little time—and yet they all unfold in a seemingly unhurried way with no loose ends. No easy task.
First, and I must confess to not following baseball,... (more)
I have the most amazing dog, Luke. People actually say to me, "If you don't want your dog anymore, I'll take him." Aside from wondering what about me looks like I might be the kind of person who doesn't want her dog anymore, I try and recognize that it's a compliment to Luke, rather than an insult directed at me.
I'm heading off on vacation this week and am always in the quandary of what to do with Luke. The last time I left him at Doggy Day Care, he ate his thigh and they didn't take care of it, and when I got back we ended up in big doggy do do. My sister has three dogs, one of which... (more)
I hate Yoga. No, I really mean I hate it. I hate the holier-than-thou attitude of those who practice it, and the way they insinuate that they are better inside because they do it. I hate the soft way people talk while they're doing it. I hate that the teachers walk around the room and talk about breathing all the time, as if that is going to rid me of the results of the pints and pints of coffee ice cream I've eaten over the course of my lifetime. Everyone knows that if your breathing isn't labored, you are not feeling the burn, which means you will not see results. Yoga people are thin, not... (more)