usually i have sump-in. a quip. a gush. a rant. a peace sign. a white flag a’waving. this week: nada. you’ve rendered me quiet. both hands stacked over my mouth, in disbelief; imprisoning non-existent words. you’ve made me feel small with your...
i struggle at many things. pedicures for one. i suck at pedicures. even with navy seal precision, and tongue-out-of-my-mouth concentration, my toes still look as if i painted them blindfolded. and drunk. and no matter how careful i am when i pay someone else to...
i wish to unfold my body. i long to lengthen, wall-post to wall-post. limbs and fabric grappling for space as i fingertip to pinkie-toe my spot on the playground. i crave more nights under a flashing paparazzi sky. an on-foot, nomadic counsel with the stars {and...
established in 1900, in brooklyn, ny, the seafarer pant is a tried and true american garment. for close to 100 years the united states navy entrusted this iconic bell bottom shape to cover their soldiers legs. seafarer has impacted fashion as well as our navy men....
this last week was a baby jubilee! hunkiest and i were doused in boy-baby madness with the arrival of two of our best friends’ handsome sons. on thursday, rogan, aka “mr.smiles-while-breathing-sleeping-eating-and charming the pantaloons off all within a 20...
