tuesday morning’s daily good, which now that i’m at the ripe, crepey-eyed age of 37, i read first thing, second to my horoscope, which yesterday cautioned me to stop “resisting my own expansion;” advice i will heed the next time i’m...
so it happened. it needs to happen. we all have our off days. in my case sometimes it’s an off year, but we’ve all had that week-old, moldy, rotten peach pit in our stomach feeling of walking away from a job not so well done, wishing for a do-over. last...
oh my sweets! it’s chilly outside is it not? i love the colder weather, but i’m such an infant when i get even one, little, temperatures-in-the-low-seventies, goose-bump. i insist on wrapping myself, burrito-like, with various scarves, puffer vests, wooly...
sunday morning prior to the rooster’s cock-a-doodle, the hunkiest and i were riding shotgun down the 101 highway for our annual thanksgiving trek up north. my favorite vacation ever, a tradition that goes back to my years in the single digits, our thanksgiving...
moshi, moshi today i have an audition for “ASIAN, sushi hostess”. and just as it’s written above, ASIAN is clearly underlined, tagged and delineated in the casting notes; which is so crucial and material, because otherwise i’d definitely be...
for the last week i’ve been the proud owner of a cat. mint grey in color, pillow fluffy in make. she won’t tell me her name, but without invading her person i sense she’s a she. you know that sense? you feel it when you choose your first summer...
