Once upon a time there was a lazy Sunday in May, seventy-eight degrees, a carrot-infused bloody mary, a roasted beet and honey salad, lavender scones, and three perfect hours with my childhood best friend. Then there was a closet shelf of just the perfect size to become a shrine to Chanel … the perfect pumpsContinue reading “Boozey Brunches”
Sitting in a noisy corner of a quiet bar there’s a story tickling the corners of my mind, a song of Pirates, Cowboys, and runaway mothers on spring break – abandoned in a forbidden and foreign place. There are lying lies, and the damn liars who tell them covetous addicts, and drunks, Telling stories without telling the storyContinue reading “A Code No One Understands”
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”
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.
It’s that kind of Tuesday morning which really should be a Sunday. It rained all night and now the valley smells rich and mossy. My sheets are freshly washed and perfectly crisp, beconing me back to bed. The pot is brewing with more coffee than I can drink in my hectic scramble to get outContinue reading “That Kind of Morning”
When the sun hits the horizon in just that way Or a rumbling motor passes, low and commanding I think of Main Street, lazy days, and warm July nights, and I remember that time .. the first time you kissed me, back when the feeling was new. I remember a cold Cutthroat Beer, the stereoContinue reading “Nostalgic Summer Days”
I look forward at a horizon punctuated by two golden heads pressed together digging in the sand, as once-tiny palms clutch a treasure, to be buried then washed out to sea. This moment, if I am fortunate, will become a treasure as well, clutched in the palm of my memory, brought forward on future days,Continue reading “Golden Rays of Parenthood”
I will soar I will fly This world will know who I am And part of me will die I will succeed I will be what they tell me For the time being But I will be me at the same time I will not let myself lose my self The world will know who IContinue reading “To Soar, To Fly,”
A few general rules to follow when traveling abroad … 1. Never carry what you can roll. 2. Eat before you’re hungry. 3. Never miss a chance to pee.
Each of us has a place, a time, or a talent where we find ourselves at our most authentic – the outdoors, an athletic field, plucking at the strings of an heirloom guitar. For me, “Me” exists best when I’m far away from the expectations of who others expect “Me” to be. In China I canContinue reading “Getting Lost to Find Yourself Again”