when my own words fail me…

when my own words fail me…

last night, sick with sadness, i climbed into the tub, and opened, still chilly from the doorstep delivery, my most recent purchase from amazon: joan didion’s slouching towards bethlehem. too adrenalizing for my insomniac brain, her word combo-bites and sentence...
progress

progress

so even after last weekend’s debauchery with pizza dough and all things mozzarella i have been able to-turn the beat around-gloria estafan style, and pony up on clean eating again. although i’m sad to report, my celery-in-smoothie affection no longer holds...
the trifecta

the trifecta

for the first time in my life i have employed the snooze button. usually once my iphone birds start their pre-sunrise, baby bird, computerized chirp i’m halfway down the stairs, feet on fire, one arm already in my bathrobe, the other holding an open laptop,...