we don’t have many left. these hot, sultry, torpid evenings are starting slip out of our sweaty, open-palmed hands into an always arriving too-early autumn, with her unpermissive bedtime schedules, strict post-labor day fashion tenets, and vanishing,...
good monday morning to you m’loves! i hope the weekend provided the time you needed to reboot, indulge and savor summer’s last drops of carefree abandon. thank you so much for your votes. most of them were via text and talk, although the stunning...
we’ve all done it, royally screwed up the lyrics to a song, and ignorantly belt them out nonetheless as if we had penned the words ourselves. apparently my first words weren’t “mamma” or “dadda,” but “i’ll never love...
thursday happiest to you. how was your july fourth? did rockets fly? did crackers fire? with two bottles of wine and a potent bloody mary to boot, my mother gave us our own backyard, firework show. it was a tremendous holiday full of laughs, love and gratitude for...
splendid, friday wishes to you m’loves. i am still so bewildered and sad over the death of the great writer, screenwriter, director, journalist and mother, nora ephron. she was in a talent league of her own, and taken away much too soon. do you have a favorite...
gimme a beat boys to free me my soul, but i also fancy myself a visual shindig to condiment my audio feast. mini movies, the music video has to pack a big punch, or sometimes not, depending upon the intent of the song, the vision, and the director- in a very short...
