i feel like i’m hopping out of one hamster cage and right into another. round and round; no time for tea, crumpets, or conversation. as a kid i was never good at double dutch. i was terrified of jumping out. so i just stayed in. hopping until the recess bell...
how did i live without sally brooks in my life? thank you rockstar bill for bringing this lovely madness to my attention. WARNING…if you’re not a fan of spikey, tarty words that rhyme with dutherplucker; you may want to skip this post….twirling and...
come june i’m drifting asleep with the sun still shining. {early mornings make for early bedtimes.} last night the ceiling fan whirled me a whacked world of crazy sleep: black hawk helicopters, strawberry-lime jello cups!?, bikes with broken pedals, the...
i’ve officially unplugged the televisions. the news is so enraging it’s actually driving me into top story homicide material, and the rest of the shows are so boring i find myself verifying thread count rather watching. {ok, save for nurse jackie…but...
it’s worked. the images have worked. no matter how delicious the key lime pie or side splitting the story, i can’t get the oil-coated pelican off my brain. friends visiting from the east got a taste of my grizzly, murky mood this past weekend. while they...
