i kid you not, this will be the 3rd time i write: in the words of celine dion, and with zero shame i might add. it began on friday afternoon when i was penning an email to my sweet angel, john p., quoting ms. dion’s {dee-OHN’s} “a new day has...
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...
i get it. i’ve been there, in the trenches of hurt, all summer long, with my fellow bruised and bitten musketeers. for the time being, for whatever respite the next couple of hours, days or weeks, hopefully months will bring us, we are hunkered down in this...
tonight is the fourth anniversary of fashion’s night out, the official kick-off to fashion week, where retailers and those in the industry throw bash after bash across the country in order to drum up frenzy for the spring 2013 shows beginning tomorrow. i scored...
so yesterday my friend patty and i zoomed up to venice for one, last, summer hurrah. patty’s warm weather getaways were nil this year, and a planned trip to nyc for hunkiest and me was axed at the eleventh hour, which left me with the rare predicament of my...
thursday morning kisses to you my kittens. i can’t contain my giddy. today my girlfriend patty and i are playing mini-hooky, and hightailing it up to venice for major coffee-tasting both of us share a deep love for the dark bean. we converse about the details...
