Browsing All posts tagged under »Reflections«


February 25, 2014


As you may recall, my mother has always gone to great lengths and much embarrassment to score me a date. She’s stopped men in the mall, at Bed Bath & Beyond, and even married men because she couldn’t see their wedding rings with her poor vision. She’s done anything and everything to get me married, […]


June 11, 2013


When you’re a child of crazy parents, you learn to live in your head from a very early age. It’s safe there. It’s also the place where you judge everything in the outside world, to make sense of it all and to make yourself feel okay. You learn to say “Okay, THAT’S f-d up, not […]


March 14, 2013


The ability to write about what you experience in life is gift. Living in a dysfunctional family definitely had its down sides.  You know, the feeling of being trapped in craziness, no one knows what you’re going through, how can they get away with this, what if I wind up being taken to a mental […]

Things My Crazy Parents Taught Me

March 4, 2013


-Fart jokes are always funny. -Always use a coupon. -It is better to receive than give.  But if you are going to give, use a coupon. -Don’t go to a buffet without Ziploc bags. -If you are going to wear sweatpants with holes, wear an ostentatiously colored sweatshirt to distract attention from aforementioned holes. -Dining […]


January 14, 2013


My brother hasn’t spoken to me since the summer when my parents found out about this blog.  He accused me of “throwing everyone under the bus.”  These were harsh words coming from someone who I took under my wing since he was born and I was an eleven year old big sister. I recently sent […]

My Friend Dezur and “The Ripe Project”

November 28, 2012


So as you know, every once in a while I highlight the work of one of my web series supporters.  Today I proudly bring to you Dezur Kenna and her “Ripe Project.”  Dezur is a unique and talented woman who started the blog “The Ripe Project,” to parallel her solo stage show, “Ripe.”  Her mission […]


November 16, 2012


So since I’ve been banished from the Belotti household, yours truly has been holding it down in Queens with a bare bones existence, in a struggle for survival.  Thanks to a few kind folks who have bought a t-shirt (love you Bill M!!!) I have managed to afford lunch.  But things were getting close to […]

“Storage War” #68

October 11, 2011


  I woke up with a runny nose and lack of sleep.  The dusty clutter from the hoarding in the house is getting to me. [Paragraph deleted] It has been harder for me to write my blog.  My father sees me on the computer and the barrage of questions come.  Last week, during Rosh Hashanah, my parents […]

“Plunder the Smorgasbunder” #59

July 8, 2011


When I walk into the kitchen, my mother is anxious, nervous, smiling, energetic.  The mail has just come and she is holding an envelope.  She wants me to sit down; she has something to tell me.  I’m paranoid that she’s found my blog, as she’s been snooping around my room lately, and I’m starting to […]

“What Independence?” #58

July 6, 2011


We went to pick up my friend Rob from the train station on the fourth.  My father wanted to know why he was spending money in gas to do someone a “favor.”  He calculates every expense, like every time I open the cupboards, or the shower water is running, or the car is being used […]