sisterhood of the tan pants

last night at dinner with friends the conversation went to clothes...and the dismay over favorite pants that don't fit...did the cleaners shrink the pants?...would they shrink them if i cheated on them and took up with another dry cleaner?...was it the winter?...age?...the case of pinot and cookies?...i laughed inside...because this seems to be a ying yang constant for me...my body is wreaking havoc on my soul...and self image...the scale is up and down faster than the latest roller coaster...the fine art of camouflage is useless in summer...i give up...and so back to dinner...there is shorthand that exists between dear friends...the shared angst of aging parents...and the emptiness for parents who are gone...the worry over children and nieces and nephews...what kind of world are we handing over to them...and the disbelief over how much time has gone by...how many shared meals and stories...and as i thought about this only one thing remained...fuck the pants...i don't care what size they are as long as these "mamashanas" will be there...and as long as we can bitch and laugh together...there will always be this sisterhood...searching for the perfect tan pants!

pie, with a side of life...

yesterday, i saw the new broadway musical, "waitress"...and if it weren't for a little show called "hamilton", then this would be the musical announced again and again tony-time...quite wonderful...when i had read way back about the musical adaptation of the movie i was very excited...and yet, the quirky independent film...the vision and artistic achievement of the equally quirky adrienne shelly...always brings tears to my eyes...her brutal murder, which was at first thought a suicide...and most definitely not...her movie...writer, director, co-star...would open to raves at sundance...and she would never live to see it...artistically, i am sure her talent would have soared further...but her little girl...the beautiful cherub as lulu in the movie...robbed of her mother so young...and so, as i watched this version...i felt tears well up...yes, for jesse mueller's soaring voice...sara bareilles' haunting and uplifting score...diane paulus'  beautiful interpretation of at times funny, but mostly very serious subject matter...no they welled up for ms. shelly...her delectable pie of a film...and for the life she should have tasted