my itch for new scenery is at an all-time high. hunkiest thinks i’m in need of a vacation, but the over-emoting actress in me believes the only way to quiet the feisty ants in my linen knickers is to pack up, traverse the continent, and order new home address...
like the hundreds of thousands of lawless, african honey bees who, with the discipline of an invading military, swarmed into tampa, florida, swaddling and engulfing two park rangers, the same could be said for our recent warm weather which has marched in and occupied...
the adventures of priscilla, queen of my world, continued last night. and yes, there was more vomit. although this time, it was my own. in her effort to make penance for wednesday’s nocturnal puke party, {on. my. face.} my girl made amends the best way she...
yesterday morning: 2:50am. my sweet baby, aka jones, made the household decision it was time we all start our day. eyes were to remain avidly open and tails at a vigorous wag. like freshman cadets, by oh-three-hundred-hours we were marching around the kitchen...
i’m on to you southern california. i’m on to you, and i like it. this week i’ve noticed a general breeze of the playful sweeping through the streets and cities of my beloved state. i’ve named them the santa ana sillys. it’s not as is...
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...
