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.
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”
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”
Once upon a time, labor day weekend, a full tank of gas, and a topless baby blue CJ7 were all it took to make me smile in that way that made my cheekbones hurt. I know I was that girl, but I don’t remember her much anymore. I remember tucking my hair under a grimy knitContinue reading “Purple Haze and Lackadaisical Labor Days”
“Burrito plates are hot!” Once upon a time, after about the billionth time burning my fingers on the scalding porcelain plate in my over-enthusiasm to get to a microwave burrito, I decided to commit this important lesson to my soul by repeating it fifteen times in a row. Every once in a while I still forget, andContinue reading “Watching a Train Wreck Play with Fire”
“She is delightfully chaotic; A beautiful mess. Loving her is a splendid adventure.” – Steve Maraboli A colleague once introduced me as “the most fascinating whirling dirvish” she’d ever met. It was one of the greatest compliments I have ever received. Although, perhaps what she meant was, “She’s a chaotic mess, but at least she’sContinue reading “Delightfully Chaotic”
Here I am, at a Hollywood hot spot, post $35 blow out, sporting my “Kelsey” (apparently named after a celebrity I know not) manicure, drinking a glass of $15 Pinot Grigio. All this Hollywood glamour brings only one thing to mind, “Pretensious!” Sitting at Sunset and Vine I’m eavesdropping on some would-be-perhaps-is “Film Guy” pontificateContinue reading “Pretensious D-Bags and an LA Blow Job”
6:00 the alarm goes off 15 minutes of yoga Shower, Shave, and Shampoo 7:00 wake the angry, sleepy kids Home-cooked breakfast “where’s my shoes” Hair, make-up, and fighting a stuck zipper Carpool drop off 10 hour work days Cook the dinner, clean up the dinner Laundry, groceries “I need a new Sharpie for school tomorrow”Continue reading “When Women Were Protected and Stupid”
Now, then, is just a memory, and the playlist says it all, the story of who we were, and who we are now, that old familiar feeling.
I’ve been reading too many cutesy Pinterest articles lately. Seriously. Too. Many. I have adorable workout-clothes crafts, probiotic gluten free vegan muffin recipes, and so many inspirational sayings I could start my own “Van Down by the River” sect. But, the most ridiculous memes I have been noticing a lot lately are the articles remindingContinue reading “Respecting Men Isn’t Anti-Feminist”