last night, sick with sadness, i climbed into the tub, and opened, still chilly from the doorstep delivery, my most recent purchase from amazon:Â joan didion’s slouching towards bethlehem. too adrenalizing for my insomniac brain, her word combo-bites and sentence...
monday morning sweetness to you m’loves. i’ve missed you. taking some time off last week did a girl good. hunkiest and i have been mixing the perfect martini of home life and social calendar. we tend to flourish in the hidden recesses of our habitat,...
