From the LIFE Magazine photo archive. Jerry Seinfeld in 1990; Phyllis Diller in 1982.


If I can find one more comedian clinging to a NYC rooftop, my week will be made.



Sometimes I forget far flung friends and family read this and not everyone knows or cares about everything in my life. Anyway, in case you do care, October 22, my brother is playing Carnegie Hall.
I am appearing at Lady Jane’s Salon at 7PM on Monday, July 6th to pay tribute to my mother and enjoy the work of other romance authors. Here's the line-up:
Read my take on Susan Boyle mania right here on the day job blog.
My day job blog is a finalist in the SXSW Web Awards.
Hey -- check it out -- I guest posted again on Word Wenches about growing up with a Historical Romance author for a mama.



Appeared on a radio show yesterday. Was tons of fun. Here's a snap in sepia as proof. For more 411, check into this dumb blog next week.
New Year, Same Old MeBH: Now that WYSIWYG is entering its fourth year, I imagine you’ve seen a lot of talented people perform. Do you have any particular favorites?Yes, this made me very happy. Thanks Chris, Google and even mom who, in the 70's, thought "special" meant "gifted."
CH: Hmm. Maybe Susie Felber’s story from a show about summer camp experiences. Her mother was one of those touchy-feely moms who think ALL children are special — so she innocently and cluelessly signed Susie up for a camp for “special” children. But it’s REALLY hard to pick just one!
But this russet potato is meant for someone you love!
Wisht you wuz here.
Yes, it's a highly romantic tater! Carbo-loading meets carbo-loving.
Happy Bastille Day