Every week when I am on my way to Igor’s, almost without fail, I see a local TV news anchor leave his building. Now I am in no way implying that this newsreader is coming from Igor’s. Actually, I would, if pressed, make an impressive and perhaps illogically emotional argument against the idea that this woman and I share the same psychoanalyst. Perhaps it is some kind of weird snobbery or elitism that makes me recoil at the idea of this and I am perfectly happy to own that and even spend a session with Igor exploring why that idea might be so repellent to me ( however I do feel like I have bigger psychological fish to fry; fish the size of Moby Dick that make my antipathy towards Igor seeing this woman as a patient seem the size of a McDonald’s Filet-O-Fish sandwich).
Continue reading ‘Breaking news: Therapy at 11’
Monthly Archive for June, 2010
(The first part of this post was written last year and not posted).
“I so miss hope. I miss it like a person. I have some hope but not hope like I had. I don’t think I will ever have that again.” I explained to him.
“Are you thinking a lot about Chicago lately?” Igor asked.
“Not a lot, but we are getting close to the Fourth of July.”
“The Fourth?” he asked in a way that he reminded me that he was not born in this country.
Continue reading ‘The love parade’
I met a famous author when I was in NYC. I didn’t just meet her. I met her for coffee. If I told you who she was you would know her. She is famous. She wrote a book that I read and your read and a few other books that I haven’t read. Her book survived two of my cross country moves. Her book is in storage with all my other books and my rowing machine and my grandmother’s china.
I remember the day I bought her book. I made the trip special, just to buy her book. I remember where I lived when I read it. I remember the black sofa I was laying on and how my cat took a nap on my chest and used my C-cup as his pillow as I read about her life. Years later I saw her film, I think I saw it on cable. I believe I was wearing pajamas and procrastinating.
Continue reading ‘I’ll have a grande sized cup of surreal, please’
1. I have fallen in love with Peruvian food. I mean, I am in love. You know the kind of love when you are dazed, confused, write his name on your notebook and are prone to fantasies in which you and your love one can be alone in a hotel for a three day weekend? That is the kind of love I have for the cuisina Peruvia. I know I have made it seem that there is no good reason to come to Valencia, I was wrong. Come to Valencia to see me and to take me to lunch or dinner, or both, at Lima Limon.
I have been to LOTS of Peruvian places but never have I been to one that has made me want to give up my francophile ways, my beret and brie for a pan flute, one of those crazy Peruvian hats, a llama and a plate load of Peruvian ceviche. I am hoping that the owners of the restaurant see this post and decide to reward my love with unlimited ceviche. If they don’t I am happy to shell out the $14 for the most delicious medley of fish I have ever had the privilege to consume.
Continue reading ‘Things you may not know since I have been off dealing with the great blog transfer of 2010’
The other night He-weasel and I were watching a special on the history of the Jews on PBS and it got me thinking. You see, my mother’s maiden name is a name that could be a Jewish name. It is the kind of name that could have been altered upon arrival in Ellis Island. My mother has always denied any Jewish heritage and denied it so vociferously that it has always made me wonder. As I already knew the history of the Azkanazis I ignored the TV and started to Google my mother’s maiden name to see what I could find.
Continue reading ‘How on Saturday night I got a famous grandfather.’
No, I am not leaving L.A. I am, however, as of midnight tonight, I am moving away from Blogger. My bags are packed, the movers are moving, and there are boxes, duct tape and html code everywhere you look. As of tomorrow this blog will be at its new home, http://www.labeletterouge.com. Please follow me there. And if you would be so kind, would you update your links, bookmarks and resubscribe so that you don’t miss out on all the fun and shenanigans that will be happening over at my new place. The first post of the new blog will be up tomorrow. No need to bring a housewarming gift, your presence is all that is required. See you there!!!
About Me
My name is Tracey, aka La Belette Rouge. I am a psychotherapist and the author of Freudian Sip @ Psychology Today. I blog about psychology, my therapy, dreams, writing, meaning making, home, longing, loss, infertility and other things that delight or inspire me. I try to make deep and elusive psychodynamic concepts accessible and funny. For more information, click here .