they’re here! they’re here! the berries are here! every summer, when our blackberries make their annual bloom, our old, beat-up, seen too many days in the sun, backyard-wall gets a vibrant coat of green, purple, and pink. no paltry, orange county-starved...
9 full days now of “influenza.” my doctor won’t call it the flu, he insisted on repeating the above, four syllabic, flowery, italian sounding word for my week plus, bed-ridden affliction. i’m not sure if this was his way of getting me to lie...
monday goodness to you m’loves. today mr. sunshine stalks me like an undeniable 8th grade crush. he won’t leave me alone, and i LOVE it. peeping in through my windows, spying on me early in the morning as i try to bathe, following me to and from my car at...
I have a feeling that’s what I’m about to become people. And I’m totally fine with it. Let me explain. The d-bag factor in Orange County is extreme. I have to be tip toe light, lest i step in the way of  your canary yellow H2 Hummer, as you drive...
