I’m heading to Chicago for five days, black tie, and hopefully a casual night at Giordano’s Pizza. My packing list contains … Download My Packing List
I was talking with an old friend, who is also arguably the most miserably unhappy person I’ve ever known, but in that 40 year-old frat boy sort of way … of all the people who should be seeking self actualization! He took me aback when he commented with pride that he had life “all figuredContinue reading “Figured Out Foolishness”
I’ve plucked gray hairs, sighed at the losing battle that is gravity, gained weight, lost weight, botoxed, detoxed, and unboxed thousands of dollars worth of “beauty” but I have never felt as confident in the skin sold to me by Madison Avenue as I do wearing the sun-kissed glow of an afternoon spent with my sons.
American designers launch their collections twice per year: the Fall collection is introduced at fashion markets in the spring and the spring collection in the fall (a calendar disconnect which makes it nearly impossible for me to speak about a collection without pausing to correct myself first). The spring launch is out of sync withContinue reading “The Spring Collection”
Here in the UK, sitting at the Pub, having a very proper American tea time. I prefer mine over ice, with a bendy straw, and a slice of lime, but when in Rome … I suppose a lemon will have to do. We’re forecast to have sun today, but I’ll be sporting my red ‘brollyContinue reading “Nationalism with a Slice of Lemon”
Prepping for my next big voyage: Toronto, Amsterdam, and London. Is it in bad taste if I thank the tragic Ebola outbreak for saving my Labor Day weekend and cancelling my leg in Pretoria? Figured I’d share my packing lists: After a luggage-check mishap in the UK earlier this year I am now firmly committed toContinue reading “My Gear List”
Summer begins its slow fade into autumn, and our harvest reminds me of my abundance. My apple trees are heavy, peaches overwhelm every inch of counter space, and every meal I make. Fat heirloom tomatoes can be eaten at the peak of ripeness with only salt and pepper. And, my well-earned tan lines will beginContinue reading “The Autumn Metronome”