so remember this? my foray into mindfulness and quest for a relaxed forehead brow to rival even the most syringed of orange county housewives? yeah. well, like every other attempt at meditation it seems i have created more wrinkles, stress and crumbled drywall; from...
forty? thirty-seven? are they really that different? yesterday was my take on the daniel day lewis starring, paul thomas anderson directed film, “there will be blood.” except in my version the more apt title was: “there will be butter.” having...
yes miss month of may. i’m talking to you. you and your skimpy, three lettered, query-conveying, pert name. may? yes. you may. always one of my favorite months {don’t i say that every thirty days though?} and not because tis me birth month—and on...
it has officially commenced. my week of turning 40. well although not precisely the exact four-oh; last thursday i made the brilliant decision that it’s just easier to start rounding UP. in fact, hold this thought for a day or two…the mid-century mark...
i have a couple of months coming up so crammed, we may have to buy them bigger pants. weekend workshops and seminars that seemed like such a good idea, last year, when i signed up for them, now have me questioning my thirst for “higher” education and...
