last night, sick with sadness, i climbed into the tub, and opened, still chilly from the doorstep delivery, my most recent purchase from amazon: joan didion’s slouching towards bethlehem. too adrenalizing for my insomniac brain, her word combo-bites and sentence...
dude. talk to me. who has read the age of miracles by karen thompson walker? i was knocked off my axis {pun intended} by this apocalyptic, coming of age novel. not a page-turner nor action packed, and tis definitely not a witty, dialogue driven, or even prosey...
so even after last weekend’s debauchery with pizza dough and all things mozzarella i have been able to-turn the beat around-gloria estafan style, and pony up on clean eating again. although i’m sad to report, my celery-in-smoothie affection no longer holds...
do you have the itch to ramble? that hunger to trace new footsteps through dirt paths untread?sometimes i salivate at a vision of an unending, open road; no one awaiting my arrival, save for stray lodging of my last second choosing with a 24-hour check-in policy,...
here we are again m’loves. more gift suggestions for your holiday shopping. tell me what you think. i’m such a sucker for scarves. this echo silky screams “put me in my in your hair and make like your most vampy, sixties, french pop star.”...
monday morning sweetness to you m’loves. how was the weekend? utah was icy and snowy. i’m still defrosting. i’m also still trying to understand why foursquare kept checking me in at the church of latter-day saints every time i posted a photo on my...
