Connections

Being someone you are not will only get you somewhere that you didn’t want to go. By Paget Pizitz I was born on May 2, so I guess this means happy birthday to me. My mom’s biggest gripe about being pregnant was the Scotch she had to stop sipping and the cigarettes she had to… Read More

Getting a few things off my chest, or maybe “out of my system.” By Paget Pizitz Would it be okay if I didn’t write a traditional column this month? I’m not quite feeling myself. Something must be in the air. Seems everyone is a little out of sorts lately. Sweet and docile Louis the Cat has… Read More

You’ve got to start  somewhere. By Paget Pizitz I liked The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. I mean, I really loved this movie. After I saw it, I started researching apartments in Sweden and dyed my hair brown. I did the same thing 10 years ago, but the Goth hairstylist misunderstood me and got it… Read More

Something to crow about by Paget Pizitz You probably think I was reared by Jack Hanna because of how I grew up. One Valentine’s Day when I was 11, my mom and dad adopted a pet crow. In fairness, it was sent to them by Wildlife Services because my parents had developed the reputation as… Read More

A lizard will never change his spots, or something like that. By Paget Pizitz I’m willing to bet the cat stroller I bought Louis for Hanukkah (you didn’t think that cats could be of the Jewish persuasion?) that I started out this column last year by wishing you a Happy New Year. As my creativity… Read More

The good stuff comes in many shapes and forms. By Paget Pizitz Growing up, I had a pet deer that lived in the house, ate dinner with our labs and, from time to time, wore hand-me- downs from his big sister. My parents knew they had to do something to appease my desperate need for… Read More

The good stuff comes in many shapes and forms. By Paget Pizitz Predictably, I start my column by wishing you a Happy Thanksgiving. Personally, I’m still feasting on Halloween candy and watching the scary movies I recorded on AMC to hold me over until the next All Hallows’ Eve. A personal favorite this year was… Read More

Exercise the demons that hold you back. By Paget Pizitz After the cold reception I had gotten the year before when I arrived at a party dressed as Phil Donahue, I decided it was time to give in to the sexy side of Halloween. It was the roaring 2000s, and I was single, living in our nation’s… Read More

By Paget Pizitz I went to high school at a small boarding school here in Birmingham. I consider myself lucky to have had such a unique experience, and I recall these years with extreme fondness. I recall the first day of eighth grade when I tucked a silk black and white shirt into see–through, white… Read More

By Paget Pizitz My morning routine has become monotonous. Push Louis the cat from his starfish–like position off the pillow and onto the floor, notice candy wrappers next to the bed and hope I brushed my teeth after voraciously eating Red Vines, then reach for my phone and check the day’s hot deals. This morning,… Read More

By Paget Pizitz Every so often, the lovely folks over at 105.5 ask me to come on their radio show as a relationship expert. Because I love being referred to as an expert of any kind, I don’t tell them about the time I got into a near break–up fight with my boyfriend of the… Read More