monday happy to you m’loves! southern california had its first warm weekend in what felt like a decade. the neighborhood bustled with the ringing bells of beach cruisers, the clinking of margarita tumblers, impromptu front porch, procescco parties, and the ever...
shock. tears. depression. rage. insanity. a bakery visit. or two. public display of insanity. a brief ‘loss of time’. more sweet and safe. taking to bed. finding the perfect anti-depressant. Similar posts:sawyerresolution number 1a walkpost work...
if you looked in my bathroom drawers, you’d think i’d be a wizard at the sun-kissed face, the glossy lip and the come hither eye. but i have neither the skills nor time to keep a post hotel du cap summer flush, or nights in black satin stare. i could open...
i can’t thank you enough for the messages, comments, calls and gifts. losing truman was such a shock. he went to bed last saturday night with {what we thought} was the health of a pup. he definitely had the demeanor and show of dog with at least 3 or 4 years...
“truman” beloved boy march 6 2000-may 24 2011 where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. i miss you like hell. ~edna st. vincent millay Similar posts:dreamy...
twin sister! paging my twin sister! come out, come out wherever you are! alas billy goats, i don’t really have a genetic duplicate…. can you imagine the world cheese shortage? although i love the maggie q suggestions… {well maybe not...
