Christy The Writer

Of course New Jersey hasn’t had too much rain lately. What makes you say that? 

The movies on Lifetime are never more riveting than when I’m supposed to be cleaning the living room.

Since the death of Farrah Fawcett I’ve been amazed to find out how many people also used to play Charlie’s Angels at recess. I thought we invented it. Huh. Everyone remembers in detail who played who in the playground version. I always insisted on being Sabrina (Kate Jackson). We’d act out entire scenarios and save the world in less time [...]

I can’t listen to music from my teenage years when I’m in the car with Guy. I’ve tried, but at some point he will invariably turn up the volume and announce, “Whoa! GREAT go-go bar song!” and my innocent memories of  laughing and playing the jukebox with my friends at Pizza Hut are instantly replaced with the [...]

Governor Corzine just signed a bill into law that will limit handgun purchases in New Jersey to one per month. Oh MAN, and right in the middle of tourist season, too.

Confidential to the person I saw flinching and cringing his way down the Garden State Parkway yesterday, who also had an Oklahoma license plate that said “NO FEAR”: Really? Still?

One of the many (many) odd things I pass on my morning run is this sign: Okay, our goal is a drug-free New Jersey. A noble aim. I can dig it. What I can’t figure out is what exactly they’re saying with that picture. Don’t do drugs and maybe someday you can get out of [...]

I was jogging through the park early this morning and I passed a man who was walking backwards and clapping his hands. Yes, really. And I was all “Dude. I know this is New Jersey, but it’s 6 a.m., I’m running through clouds of gnats and it’s humid as all hell. Do you think you could act normal [...]

There are three words you just never see used together in a positive context: please be advised.