“you had me at paella. you had me at paella.” those would be my seal the deal words to convince my beloved friend, patty harding, that she was my friend for life. my posts already border on the wordy and need for an editor, so to list this dynamo’s...
thanksgiving came early for me over the last few days as i have been hands to my heart grateful for all the windfalls in my coaster-roll life. a commitment to my pitiful meditation practice remains unwavering, but switching my mantra to “thank you” has...
monday morning sweet to you my pies o’peaches. how was your weekend? hunkiest and i tried our best to play young and hip at the balboa beach music festival with our friends the burns, who have young & hip, and this concert stuff down to a science....
friday peas of sweet to you m’loves. it’s been a sentimental week of savoring the moments of deep affection from friends and family, holding meaningful conversations in my heart like a long, dragged out meal i never want to end, and me trying to re-inact...
friday ants-moonwalking-in-my-pants-happy to you m’loves. talk to me goose, how was the week so far? naysayers can nay all they want, but social media {twitter, instagram, the book of face,} while i concur, it’s definitely not breaking bread with a...
you know as kid you get an image of what a princess should look like? and act like? not the snobby, stuffy kind. but the fairytale one whom as a young girl you dream of being and growing into? a lass so beautiful you can’t stop staring, and then once she sinks...