word

word

my eyebrows haven’t seen a tweezers in weeks, and the expiration dates on my unused, preservative-free nail polish giggle at me every time they espy my un-pedicured feet, but by golly my summer reading is being attended to. from memorial day on i’ve...
lusting wander

lusting wander

so my friend mary jo rightly placed me in a time out for last week’s tantrum regarding my desire to pack up my lovely beach life for farm living in the midwest. she made clear to me how much i do love my house, neighborhood, and the people in my community, whom...
the farm

the farm

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...