sunday morning prior to the rooster’s cock-a-doodle, the hunkiest and i were riding shotgun down the 101 highway for our annual thanksgiving trek up north. my favorite vacation ever, a tradition that goes back to my years in the single digits, our thanksgiving...
my heart is with all of those bracing for miss sandy and her full moon, stormy antics. be safe my darlings. you can watch the hurricane, live, from the 51st floor of the new york times building, in manhattan, on this web cam. for those of you trying to wrap your mind...
although i am still steeped heavy in my black phase, mint green is popping up in crannies and nooks of my life; revitalizing and refreshing my day with her peaceful and calming hue of a breezy sea. it’s never been a color i can turn down. if there’s ever a...
what makes your heart beat in the tops of your ears? you know what i’m talking about. what stokes your coals so that you feel your pulse not only on the sides of your temples but in the ridges of your fingernails as you run your hands through your hair trying to...
last night i finally finished amor towles’ rules of civility, a light, wannabe-gatsby novel, set in new york’s 1930’s, involving romance, the dawning of the independent woman, an america emerging out of a depression, and deception. the novel was a...
tuesday happy to you m’loves. here are a few items tickling my whack-a-doo brain: the construction of an icelandic women’s prison is currently under design review. resembling more the cogs of a watch rather than the depths of hell, the holmsheidi...
