why am i writhing, supine, cackling like a baby, double bottle-fisted with his mama’s warm milk? that’s right kids. it’s here: light up those scented, sugar cookie candles and stow away the gardenia-heavy perfume; it’s time to find your fall....
“a table, a chair, a bowl of fruit, and a violin. what else does a man need to be happy?” ~albert einstein last week i received a text asking me how i’m “dealing with all your {my} sadness.” huh? for a bit i was sure the sender had...
today i’m so excited about our “shut the fridge” editor i could almost run on a treadmonster. and if pigs did in fact fly, wes pedersen would be the coach to get me on said torture device. one of orange county’s favorite personal trainers,...
