friday bubbles of champagne to you m’loves! has the week treated you kindly? did you throw arrows and darts at your fears? sew cashmere mittens and cosset the face of your clover? i did. last night i conquered one of my biggest banes: i cooked. okay it was an...
there’s a weird in the air. like the undeniable, artificial, white sugary scent of halloween candy, pitchforking all senses as i skulk up and down the aisles of my local, big-chained grocery store, white knuckling purchases of pepsi, cheetos, and other...
why am i writhing, supine, cackling like a baby, double bottle-fisted with his mama’s warm milk? that’s right kids. it’s here: light up those scented, sugar cookie candles and stow away the gardenia-heavy perfume; it’s time to find your fall....
“a table, a chair, a bowl of fruit, and a violin. what else does a man need to be happy?” ~albert einstein last week i received a text asking me how i’m “dealing with all your {my} sadness.” huh? for a bit i was sure the sender had...
today i’m so excited about our “shut the fridge” editor i could almost run on a treadmonster. and if pigs did in fact fly, wes pedersen would be the coach to get me on said torture device. one of orange county’s favorite personal trainers,...
