This makes me happy.

I can practically feel the soft east-coast summer dusk. It makes me think of happy weddings I've attended, the smell of rose gardens, how vividly green east-coast summers are. Cool grass underfoot, kids playing tag. The clink of wineglasses, the temporary release of all cares. Cake.

It would make me happier if New York were one of the states where same-sex marriage is legal. I appreciate it when hetero couples don't get married, in solidarity with their homo sisters and brothers who cannot. I don't begrudge them their weddings when they do get married. Not much. Not when there's so much happiness and family solidarity and hope. But it would be nice if Chelsea and her new hubby acknowledged publicly that they're taking advantage of a right that most same-sex couples do not have.

Get it together, Lindsay Lohan.

Take one sparkly, smart, talented kid with an adorable giggle. Add frequent infusions of alcohol, drugs, out-of-control parents and god knows what other demons. Wait a few years and weep.

I know people love a train wreck, but this one makes me sad. I know the smart and talented and awesome are still in there, but what seems to be missing is the self-esteem. (Note to LiLo: no one as beautiful as you needs plastic surgery!) I don't know if jail time is really the answer. I just hope this amazingly gifted woman finds what she needs to get strong, happy, and back on track.