Writings by Diane

There was a hilarious show called Dr. Katz: Professional Therapist that was on Comedy Central a few years back.   It had a very clever concept: Jonathon Katz played a Bob Newhart-esque psychiatrist and comedians were his “patients”.   His dry humor with quiet delivery was very conducive to the comedians’ uproarious delivery. One of the comedians featured was Louis C K. His routine on the couch consisted of explaining how he is starting to see the same stranger twice.   His conclusion was that God was running out of extras in the movie of his life. To drive home his point, he put on the voice of God (very deep and authoritative) instructing a person to run into Louis when on the bus. However, the man objected, stating he was the jogger that ran by him just today. God’s retort? “Just go! Put on a hat, I don’t care!” (clip of the episode below, Bees and SIDS, Minutes 8:47 through 9:15) This concept of “movie extras” in my life stuck with me. After watching this particular ep...

This day being the 10 th anniversary of 9/11 brings back vivid memories for me. We were living in Las Vegas, and on that fateful morning I was driving my son, who was three at the time, to his grandma's on my way to work. I was about to turn onto the Desert Inn Flyover, which is a bridge that goes over the Las Vegas Strip. I had turned on my favorite radio station and noticed that they were not playing music. The DJs’ voices were not their usual upbeat and conversational tones. I turned up the volume, and the morning DJ was talking about the latest news bulletin. He said it was originally reported that the airplane that had crashed into the first World Trade Center Tower in New York City was a tragic accident. Now, there was the report that another plane had purposely flown into the second tower. I was stunned, my mind was reeling.   What were they talking about? What was going on in New York this morning? As if to answer my questions, the local radio station turned over the airwa...

“What in the world is that doing here?” Mimosa asked, his whiskers twitching. He, Stanley and Pepper sat together on the living room floor. They were all staring at the creature curled on the floor next to the couch. Its black fur almost blended into the dark brown couch behind it.                 “From what I can gather, that puppy is just sitting there,” Stanley answered, leaping up on top of the wooden coffee table for an observational, non-committal look from above.                   The puppy looked up at Stanley with her light brown eyes rimmed with blue. She opened her mouth and let her tongue hang out in greeting.                 “Wow! Is this all it can do?” Mimosa groaned, joining Stanley on the coffee table. “Stick its tongue out?”    ...