It’s been a really tough couple of years for our family, between losing my father to cancer, my best friend to suicide, and my husband to one of those mid-life crisis meltdowns that tries annihilate the entire family. At a loss for how to survive it all, I turned to the thing that infuses me with hope, gives me something to look forward to, and creates memories that will last a lifetime for the remaining three of us, enriching us…
I woke up feeling blue. I stumbled through my usual routine: grateful list, brush teeth, comb hair, put on mascara, fold laundry from last night and start the next load, toddle downstairs for a cappuccino, water my flowers… As I was watering, I listened to the birds chirping and watched the fog laying heavy over my yard like a thick gray blanket. I love fog, I have always loved fog. It seems to mystical to me, like something magical might…
Right now, tonight, on this moonlit night, I am dreaming of trains, and specifically the luxury train to end all trains: the Orient Express. I took my teens last summer and we aspired to create our own Golden Age of Travel…
This is my Workout Wear.
I just finished reading Sue Monk Kidd’s new novel, The Book of Longings, and there were so many parts that struck me and inspired me. Her writing is beautiful and vivid, I want to swim in it. The way she writes enters my dreams and I carry her book with me to read in every spare moment. It’s the kind of book you want to slow down because you don’t really want it to end. Also, because the book is…
My Loves! There is so much to be sad about in our world! Let us now allow our wardrobes to be one of them! It seems the more I grieve, the more I cover myself with sparkles, tutus, feathers, jewels, and color. Outward signs of grief have been a tradition from the beginning of time, and while most people equate mourning dress with black Victorian gowns, caps, and veils, there are many different mourning attire cultural traditions, dating back to…
This morning, I stumbled out of bed, put on my big sunglasses and my short silk robe, and felt sad when I noticed it’s a little shorter on me because apparently I’ve grown a little rounder during this pandemic. In my mind, I share a body type with Gisele Bundchen, but my scandalously short robe tells a different story. Yesterday, I had my son, Henry take photos of me dancing around the yard with my rainbow veil. When I saw…
Divorce and death seem especially piercing on holidays. I don’t know why. Certainly global pandemics and worldwide quarantines don’t help matters. In fact, they do quite a bit of piercing themselves. It’s something to ponder while I sit here on this rainy morning, drinking my cappuccino with its whipped foam. I’m surrounded by pink peeps and Cadbury eggs, which of course makes me think of new life, babies, and things piercing their own way out of the cold hard earth…
Back in December, I received an email from my lawyer while my sister, Maria, was visiting me from Utah. Maria is my older sister, and she’s a very bossy, no-nonsense Virgo. She took my phone and read the email, then she texted our little sister. “Her lawyer just quit.” “What? Why?” “Because she offered to pay him in fairy dust.” “Sigh.” “Sigh.” Now, you may be wondering what the heck? And before you throw me under a rainbow unicorn bus…