When an upscale lifestyle magazine featured her Los Angeles home, it was a 16-page full-color spread of my Jealousy. The green-eyed monster drooled all over her Ming porcelain. It hunkered down on her French settee. What is a settee, anyway? I plunged elbow deep into the horse manure of my envy in order to recover my previous affection.
I emailed her a cheery congratulations.
She responded immediately. "BTW," she said. "I love your blog."
Ohhh. My words were her treasures, perhaps displayed on her turn-of-the-century Rococo game table. Elegantly back-lit, because after all, she has exquisite taste.