the adventures of priscilla, queen of my world, continued last night. and yes, there was more vomit. although this time, it was my own. in her effort to make penance for wednesday’s nocturnal puke party, {on. my. face.} my girl made amends the best way she...
yesterday morning: 2:50am. my sweet baby, aka jones, made the household decision it was time we all start our day. eyes were to remain avidly open and tails at a vigorous wag. like freshman cadets, by oh-three-hundred-hours we were marching around the kitchen...
 i’m on to you southern california. i’m on to you, and i like it.  this week i’ve noticed a general breeze of the playful sweeping through the streets and cities of my beloved state. i’ve named them the santa ana sillys.  it’s not as is...
yes, daisies are desperate, and i’m an insecure, wannabe virgin… that’s what i learned yesterday from nicole ritchie and celebrity florist, eric buterbaugh in this snappy, short video the Flower Game: #CandidlyNicole, which teaches us all of our...
so remember this? my foray into mindfulness and quest for a relaxed forehead brow to rival even the most syringed of orange county housewives? yeah. well, like every other attempt at meditation it seems i have created more wrinkles, stress and crumbled drywall; from...
