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Gosh, a lot of people want to know the latest on Dr. Phil and Robin. Dozens of people are coming to this blog every day as a result of searching for info on the rumored split. This is puzzling to me. Why does it matter to anyone? I wrote The Making of Dr. Phil because someone hired me to do it. Otherwise, to me Dr. Phil would just be part of the general celebrity cacophony in which we live and

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The heat has broken and I actually saw rain today. These are very doggie dog days here in Dallas. Hot. My god it’s been hot. It’s too hot for anyone to do very much. My email has been nearly silent. My telephone too, though that’s not unusual. Most people know better. I like these dead zones. Fortunately, I have enough work so that I don’t feel panicked and I like the feeling that everyone is

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This is one of my brother’s early bands, The Eels, circa 1975. That’s brother Nick, doing a Harpo Marx kinda thing, second from left. He played the drums back then. (He can play about any instrument you put in his hands now.) Next to him on the couch is Chris the bass player, who was so laid back he was inside out. Last I heard, he was in some kind of metal band. And then another Chris, the

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Look here. Target is selling half a goddam shoe wheel. Our goddam shoe wheel is still part of the family. We've had it since December 2006. Maybe some day we'll open the box.

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I’ve been a really half-assed blogger recently. I apologize and blame the heat. We’re having a helluva summer here in Dallas. Yesterday hit 107 and more of the same is expected today. I try to leave the house as little as possible and my brain is sluggish. I bought Jack a wading pool yesterday but haven’t got him in it yet. He mostly just drinks from it. *** My latest endeavor in my quest to

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Last time I posted these, they were buried in MySpace. I watched them again and they tickled me so here they are again. Plus I need a little blogging breather so this is the easy way out.

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I never imagined anyone would ever see my feet photos, but here they are.

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Tom and I have been in Galveston the past couple of days. We loved it. We did note how much our respective families-of-origin—-mine from Manhattan, his hardcore Chicago--would hate the tacky, ramshackle, moist and not particularly lovely island city. This is no place for sophisticates or poseurs. The beaches on the Gulf of Mexico are not breathtaking. The water is warm and gentle but murky

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This is for all my sisters in boobage. I made myself a halter top this weekend. I’m not sure what possessed me, considering that I’ve never been able to wear one. But I went on faith that the advanced bra technology I’ve been hearing about on the teevee had created a convertible bra that doesn’t suck. Hallelujah and God bless Lilyette. This is a great bra. Hurry and buy one. I like it so much

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Today’s topic: Why are guys with guitars so hot? The most mild-mannered guys are transformed into sexy things the moment they strap on guitars. Maybe it’s just me, but judging by the bevy of birthday party girls who were climbing all over Tom at Black & Blue’s gig in Fort Worth Friday night, I think not. The night started unpromising. By 10:30, there were maybe 15 people in the club,

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Ruth said this about that: I'm pretty sure you're on to an interesting new market, Sophie -- passive-aggressive versions of stuffed animals that will scare kids or undermine their self-esteem. Now all you have to do is come up with an appropriate name for it.

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Come with me to the land of woo-woo. I had a great yoga class last night. It was more challenging than usual and I was pleased with how my body responded. Very satisfying. But here’s the interesting part. As I mentioned earlier, in meditating with color, I am drawn to orange. It’s long been my favorite color. It feels rich, nourishing and alive. When we lay down for savasana last night (a k

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I’m making a stuffed toy for a friend’s little girl. My friend Jenna sent me the pattern for Huug the Hug Monster and I loved it immediately. I wanted to try something different for the face, though. I decided to wing it and invent something else, take a completely different approach. And that’s when things went horribly wrong. The basic shape of this little fella is cute and huggable.

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Yes, I did take a little time to meditate today. Not a long time, just a little time, which is one of the many excellent lessons I learned from Donna Thomson last week. Although meditation purists might disagree, Donna advocates “weaving” meditation moments throughout the day if you can’t sit for long periods of time. I can do that. And it will help me build my meditation muscle to work up to

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Here I am. So, the trip was good. A quick recap for my favorite readers. The hiking and mountain biking with Santa Fe Mountain Adventures were great and the outdoor cooking class with Santa Fe School of Cooking was a highlight of a highlightful trip. Chef Rocky Durham is charming and entertaining. He’s been on the teevee and everything. Mmm, paella and homemade tortillas. We

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Oy, am I tired. I’m in Santa Fe this week doing a soft adventure trip. Except it’s only soft if you let it be soft and cain’t say no. Yesterday was soft. We took a trail ride at Bishop’s Lodge-- long pleasant plod--then I had a two hour and spa treatment at Absolute Nirvana (and it was that—truly exceptional) then dinner. Easy cheesy. Today, started with mountain biking. I’m not a big fan of

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So I guess this means the little girl on yesterday's Sears sales flier is probably not a gang member. That's a relief.

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My Sunday newspaper is always so fodderful, I am compelled to share. For example, this ad... Little girls and gang signs? Or just a confused Hook 'em Horns? --- Please, help this poor boy on the left. His compression top appears to be cranked up a few notches too high. --- Here's a perfectly sweet letter that careens right off the road in the last sentence. And finally, you think

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I think it was in Jezebel, which has best and worst dressed lists, that a writer dismissed capris as if everyone knows that capris are stupid and there is no argument about it. I have some capris and naturally felt dissed. And then, instead of beating them up about it (in my mind), I decided it would be more fun to join ‘em and declare myself an arbiter of all that is acceptable and all that is

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A lot of people are coming here because I mention Dr. Phil’s divorce in a previous post, so I guess I’ll do them a favor and tell them everything I know that might be relevant to the speculation. I don’t know if Dr. Phil and Robin are getting a divorce but I would not be surprised. My book about Dr. Phil was released in 2004, so a lot has happened since then, but the best prophet of the

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I’m struggling with my fitness program again. I’m doing it but I’m not loving it. My new obsession, however, is my online food diary. And by obsession, I mean since yesterday morning. We’ll see if it lasts until Friday. I signed up at FitDay after seeing this article about how keeping a food diary aids weight loss. I love having all the calorie calculations made for me, although FitDay seems

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Have you ever wished you could be a total asshole? Just say whatever you want to whomever you want to say it? As outspoken as I am, I also bite my tongue a lot. Most of us do, no doubt. But don’t you wish, sometimes, you could just let it rip? Speak all those unspokens, loud and proud? I know, I know. If you don’t have anything nice to say then don’t say anything at all. Are there really

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Did anyone see the Chris Rock special on Comedy Central this weekend—his “Never Scared” show? Tom and I caught the last 40 minutes or so—and since we celebrated our 17th wedding anniversary on Sunday, we felt justified in laughing our asses off at his riffs about marriage. “Married people are disgusting!” Rock said and we howled at our own disgustingness. “You ever been to dinner with six

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Because my life is oddly tied up with Dr. Phil's, I'm keeping half an eye on the rumors that his marriage is on the rocks. That's why I popped in on the Globe web discussion of this shocker. The story itself is not available on the Web site, but I read all the comments, just for the helluvit and oh my .... What's with the spelling? What's with the random capitalizations? What's with the hate?

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I passed a herd of miniature asses yesterday. No, really. I know that’s what they were because I saw miniature asses races at the State Fair of Texas one year. They’re cute little donkeys, they look like plush Eeyores, only happier. They were grazing in a big field under a blue, blue sky studded with cartoon clouds. I was driving by on Texas highway 281, en route from Austin home. I was taking

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