Flight to Napa So there I was, cavorting around Napa with people so versed in vino they were correcting the tour guide’s French. I was way out of my league. These weren’t just wine enthusiasts , these were wine fetishists, the kind of people who would send a bottle back, and not just because it’s empty. My confusion in their presence was topped only by...

When it comes down to it, I got pretty lucky with this Crohn’s thing. I’ve talked to countless patients over the years and I’m aware of how harsh a blow I’ve been spared despite a lifestyle that could be described as less than ideal. I’ve only had one surgery, my flare-ups are few, and on the infrequent occasions I feel bad enough to curl up into a ball, my bed is comfortable. Not so for others. This disease is an...

                      My apartment is a sacred space to me. In it I have all the accessories a Crohn’s patient could want – freshly-cooked food, a great bed to recover in and a bathroom containing not only a bidet but a tile and grout brush for easy cleanup. It is a carefully crafted refuge from the ravages of my bottom and it’s a space I feel very comfortable in. Away from...

      I went to a party in the Hollywood Hills that was too damn big for it’s own good but did get to hang with Mike, otherwise known as the Situation. I found him to be a real nice kid, although I could see that he gave the peace-fingers to everyone he met, which made me feel less special. Oh yeah and I wish I didn’t look like the flash from this pic was waking me out of a prolonged sleep. Oh well, that’s why...