and just like clock-work…..

and just like clock-work…..

and just like clock work i have my first, full-blown, fall head-cold. argh. i can’t remember an october where i wasn’t mainlining nyquil and keeping the kleenex executives’ kids in ivy leagues.  my sick is an autumnal rite of passage; just as...
it’s friday…i’m in love….

it’s friday…i’m in love….

happy friday indeed! last week i wrote that sweet, simple love notes from friends, even when they are on post-its, make me silly happy. my beloved janet took my words to heart, and her words of wisdom have brightened my week every time i’m at my bathroom sink....

back on the wagon…..

  before the ice cream blitz of 2013, initiated in maine, where a daily serving of homemade creamy love became as ritualistic as teeth-brushing, hunkiest and i were doing well on the nutrition wagon. we were eating 100% organic produce and turning our first world...