i’ve wasted spent so much of my life consumed with what i put in my mouth. is it healthy? is it vegetarian? is it organic? is it good for the environment? will it make me gain weight? will it make me sleepy? will i regret eating this later? blah. blah. blah....
one foot, then the next. readily leaving this tiger year behind. nothing against cubs, but i’m more of a rabbit kind of girl. as for public declarations for personal improvement i’m going to try some new ones this year. begone are my pledges to drink more...
i’ve been row-boating my way to and fro work these last few days. buckets, bathtubs, and barrels of rain showering down on california. an early amuse bouche from santa if you ask me. cold, rainy days make the cup of coffee steamier, the cheeks rosier, and...
there is a privacy about it which no other season gives you…. in spring, summer and fall people sort of have an open season on each other; only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself....
i’ve been a bit under the water weather. holiday cheer can make katie a dull girl. i wax and wane. one minute i’m vomiting holly and tinsel on every eave and tabletop, a day later i’m stomping my boots in fury at being honked at for letting a...
to the jerk-off who tore up my car yesterday without leaving a note, i hope santa not only bypasses your house, but one of his reindeer soils on your roof mid-flight. you are the mayor of suck-ville. polly the prius needs major reconstructive surgery;...
