i can’t contain my secret anymore. these 3 urban decay products, courtesy of my beloved and dearest friend, john p., are causing me to bounce up and down like a cracked out cricket, very similar to the way john and i spaz out on our spin bikes anytime a ke$ha song...
i was looking up. i was. really. although it wasn’t the empire state building that caught my eye, but rather a half-open, dutch door, ajar to a studio full of unsuspecting, lovely ladies, still aglow from their downward dogs, gaily chatting each other up on a...
this friday, june 21st, summer officially commences down at the cannery, with the art of movement, a fundraiser benefiting we are ocean, a non-profit, public organization who comes together in an effort “to harness the ocean’s healing powers and help others...
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...
although gloomy june tried to murk up newport beach with its grey sky and misty-morning, coastal fog, and then seemed to party crash until early evening, i still managed to find major summer sunshine during the weekend. apparently my birthday is more of a birthday...
i’ve read mr. stevenson’s sagacious words before, but with eyes still cloudy and curtained from tears passed. it’s hard for me to get angry. although i have zero problem with theatrics. theatrics are different: hair flipping, dramatic sighing,...
