Take My House, Please appeared today in the Huffington Post.

Dear President and Mrs. Obama,

So I’m sitting in traffic here on Martha’s Vineyard, trying to get downtown to buy those turquoise-colored poison pellets to kill the mice that drop their tiny doo-doos all over my kitchen counters, and it hits me, bonk!, like the apple on Mr. Isaac Newton:  The Obamas can have my house! You can have my house!

Continued at Huffington Post…more…

The New Yorker Festival

Jenny will be a featured writer at the New Yorker Festival.

Now I’m an official blogger at the Huffington Post, but I still can’t get that penis out of my mind!

Read my article here:
I Can’t Get That Penis Out of My Mind

Bookmark my author page.

I’m in an anthology from The New Yorker! called Disquiet, Please!: More Humor Writing from The New Yorker. It’s about how I can’t sleep.

I have a piece in a writer’s anthology about FOOD. It’s called Feed Me!: Writers Dish About Food, Eating, Weight, and Body Image. You can buy it by clicking on that link.

It’s edited by Harriet Brown, and published by Ballantine Books.

Here’s the first sentence: “I’m afraid there’s no way to say this without sounding pitiful, so I’m just going to say it.”