last night, sick with sadness, i climbed into the tub, and opened, still chilly from the doorstep delivery, my most recent purchase from amazon:Â joan didion’s slouching towards bethlehem. too adrenalizing for my insomniac brain, her word combo-bites and sentence...
*WARNING: this post contains an obscene amount of name-dropping….it’s how i make myself feel important and popular……carry on. holy laughing cow! be careful what you ask for katie. this weekend a grenade of inspiration exploded in my...
wednesday night in yoga, our, always, prophetic teacher, nicolette david, reminded us that everything we are feeling is just really a reflection of the energy we are sending out into the world. this morning i woke up still high from the fumes of this aphorism.  i...
last night i totally blew my “detox.” i went downward dog deep into a jar of nutzo. {thank you raquel perry for the recommendation; i’l send you my shrink’s bill.} my new iphone doesn’t receive text messages or emails. i’m turning...
the lavender, head-banging, mosh pit style, told me first.  the murmuring whoosh of the chimney echo confirmed the unruly backyard scene. i can find omens in the disciplined, bold font of my coffee cup: DEFCON 1. prepare with maximun readiness, girl. like a mountain...
