Rachel Profiling

Hello, I'm Rachel.

Writer/editor. New Mexican tumbleweed blown east to skyscraper country.

Right now, I am working on a book about F. Scott Fitzgerald, Sheilah Graham, and Hollywood in the 1930s. It will also contain a lot of drinking, powder blue suits, dances at the Cocoanut Grove, betrayal, gossip columns, crazy ladies, secret Jews, film lot moguls, and Dorothy Parker quips at funerals. If the world is still around then, it should be out from Random House around 2014. So let's hope the Mayans were wrong.

If you want to say hi please do. Or find me in short form, here.

pics to come, but basically i have discovered that i bring blizzards with me wherever i go. or at least whenever i come back to the desert, i make it flurry. it has not stopped snowing for 24 hours, but thankfully, none of it is sticking.

i baked pie yesterday (cranberry apple) and made two sauces (cranberry horseradish and cranberry-shallot-ginger) and played bartender (cranberry margaritas). there was definitely a theme to my activities. the parade in new york (which i stayed in town last year to attend and ended up being too freezing to go) was about 40 degrees warmer than here. oh, the irony.

my family loves a game—we played scrabble and boggle last night, and my little brother won both, much to the chagrin of the rest of us who think words are our thing where he is usually better with numbers. and lest we come off as one of those hokey towheaded families who plays board games in lieu of more heated interactions, there was plenty of scotch and swearing at the table, and plenty of jewish guilt and bravado and bad puns made in the service of comic timing. typical night.

i’m happy to be home.

Posted at 6:10pm.

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