My family came to visit this weekend so I haven’t written in awhile.
My niece Julie got her picture and a blurb about her new book on friendship in the New York Times this Sunday.
I don’t want to pat myself on the back but she’s only following in my footsteps.
After college I worked as a caseworker in the south bronx.
During that time I too was quoted in the New York Times. It was in an article on lousy caseworkers.
I just don’t want you to think Julie is the only one in the family with creds.
I loved the Grammy’s last night. Just to show you how lame I am I started taking notes thinking I’d tell you all my opinion on several of the acts. All of a sudden I realized. Who gives a shit what I thought of the Grammy’s? I’m 67. oops 68. Remember I had a birthday.
I will say that my nephew Paul, who used to be the head writer at Pop Up Video, always said that I had the musical taste of a 15 year old girl.
Anyway my fingers are crossed that I’ll meet Bruno Mars in Gristede’s and he’ll fall in love with me and we’ll dance and dance.
67 and dumped 
Dear Mattie, please tell us more about when you were quoted in the Times; the first time! How did that work out for you? And hooray for Julie, and all the other stars in the family. I’m so lucky I get to hang out with celebrities all the time. I don’t tell everyone (only Gawker), so as not to alert the paps. Love, Liz
All I can say is that I called my father and told him hoping he would comfort me but when he called me back after buying a copy of the paper he just said,
“not good”
It turned out to be an unfortunate mix up. As you can imagine I was a superior case worker.