What She Wore
I love fashion. It’s not a secret. But I’m not very good at putting things together in a creative or original way. I actually suck at it. Quite magnificently. When I go shopping, which I don’t care for at all, I tend to buy the same thing over and over and over again. I don’t [...]
The Big Blue Boy Scout
Our neighbors had a yard sale this weekend, providing a spontaneous photo op. And, of course, there was a natural evolution.
Summer in April
Everything changes. Of all the many things about which I am uncertain, this is not one of them. The only thing we can count on in life is that everything—and I do mean everything—will change. Nothing stays the same and I hold onto this knowledge when life is darkest. It is the philosophy which has [...]
Naked
Every Wednesday at 5-o’clock, Ruby has swim class. Once her thirty minutes of floating, leaping, belly-flopping and retrieving pink plastic rings has elapsed, it is our routine to head for the locker room and change her into her “soft pants.” This has proven to be a giant effort because while I’m trying to get her [...]
Rounding corners
I woke up this morning and declared that I have diabetes, given all the weird symptoms I’m suffering since coming home from Positano. Sam took that moment to laugh in my face and remind me of the severe jet lag I’m experiencing. He could be right, I suppose: I have been drinking rivers of water [...]
Day Two: Paris Saunter
Somewhere between my friend’s flat and the streets of Paris, I lost my sunglasses. I’m going to revise that and say that I misplaced my sunglasses because there is still a chance I’ll happen upon them when I unpack my suitcase in Positano tomorrow (!!!). In the mean time, I had to do without. Do [...]
Day One: Paris Stroll
I dropped to my knees today and licked the sidewalk. Well, I didn’t really do that. But I wanted to. Instead, I drank wine. I ate cheese. And took a long walk in the rain. I saw lovers. Of course. And the same ‘ole, same ‘ole. And I fell in love again.
Uh…that was awkward
Ruby had already buckled herself into her car seat when she realized she’d forgotten the drawings for her teacher. I ignored the urge to say, too bad, kid. We’re late. Chalk it up to a lesson learned about having your shit together. (God, how I love my fantasy life.) Instead I channeled June Cleaver, set [...]