so my who-ville knots have become not just a professional necessity, they’re also the perfect apparati to keep errant fly-aways out of my microphone and mouth. yet, of late, they’ve become a more permanent fixture on my “crown” due to their...
i can’t contain my secret anymore. these 3 urban decay products, courtesy of my beloved and dearest friend, john p., are causing me to bounce up and down like a cracked out cricket, very similar to the way john and i spaz out on our spin bikes anytime a ke$ha song...
it was a bottoms and thumb’s up weekend. fo’sho. my new favorite mocktail of freshly squeezed lime and grapefruit juice, spritzed with equal parts soda water, kept me bubbling and effervescent all friday and saturday night. and although the super moon...
a mattress made of sand, yielding afternoon naps so satisfying, decades later you’ll still crave them like you pine for heat on a frosty, january morning. lapping waves become truth serum dripping into your brain, coaxing out secrets, confessions, and desires...
i was looking up. i was. really. although it wasn’t the empire state building that caught my eye, but rather a half-open, dutch door, ajar to a studio full of unsuspecting, lovely ladies, still aglow from their downward dogs, gaily chatting each other up on a...
