friday morning fabulous to you m’loves! it’s been 7-plus days of spoil city, population: katie. the birthday is officially over. my cup runneth so over i had to dash out to ikea and buy a new set. thank you all for the birthday love. thirty-eight seems to...
today i plunge, head first, into my thirty-eighth orbit around the sun; an overly freckled nose and two melanoma pock-marks on my forearm and shin as evidence. my birthday outfit looks a bit different from what i had planned on wearing this year. but i picked a dress...
on wednesday i was called out on instagram, by the beautiful cassie, to expose the inside of my soul gym bag. my first reaction to this public summons was to politely pretend i hadn’t seen the request, to suddenly have a convenient “social media”...
i’ll try to use words. there are the obvious ones: grateful, beholden, indebted, disbelieving, bed-wetting; but they all seem flat and empty compared to the marching band of thankful drumming around in my belly as i try to sit still. wednesday afternoon, in a...
darlings it’s been too long. i’ve been remiss from my post. like a rampant co-ed, unleashed on myrtle beach; caution and bra to the wind, my feet dangling, shot-gun, outside the sunroof, as i pass my number to the cutest boy in town; laptops and passcodes...
