i’m back to ladylike tuesdays. i’ve mentioned before how i prefer my night-dress rather than sporting sweats or shorts to bed. there’s something supremely ladylike about pulling a gown over my head, spritzing my perfume, and tramping out of the...
i get it. i’ve been there, in the trenches of hurt, all summer long, with my fellow bruised and bitten musketeers. for the time being, for whatever respite the next couple of hours, days or weeks, hopefully months will bring us, we are hunkered down in this...
four years ago today i started to get cramps in my face from smiling too much. not really a pretty image, huh? and it hurt too. there were tears also. happy tears. but mostly smiles. a wide, uncontainable, starting from my stomach, finishing out to the tops of my...
