pink patent leather pumps and pink polka dots. burrata so fresh it spoke italian to me. arugula with tomatoes still dusty from the vine; just the way i ordered them. scrambled eggs and fontina…why, of course? asparagus, and more arugula. i think i could open my...
A father is always making his baby into a little woman. And when she is a woman he turns her back again. ~ Enid Bagnold happy father’s day. Similar posts:mine5 things i learned this weekend....thiry-seventhank you...
i’m constantly chided for my hermit like tendencies. what people don’t realize is that instead of hiding behind my front door amassing an enviable lint collection and a law & order library to rival imbd; hh and i also work excruciating hours on the...
talk to me sunshine, drop me a line. let me know your gums are healthy and teeth are white. it’s been a shivery june, full of goosebumps and sweaters; making foreheads furrow and yawns appear uninvited. if you insist on continuing this cloudy coyness, at least...
