Bravo the women who stand back up after having their hearts broken! Bravo to the women who make their own magic! Bravo to Agatha Christie for filling the world with her stories! Viva la Dashing Divorcees!
If I was a Love Goddess, my precious necklace would be made up of a string of magical moments, experiences that I will treasure forever, that can never be taken, lost or stolen, or dropped in the sea…
My motto: Sell the jewels, take the trip! In 2018 I had a banner year–I lost my father to cancer, my best friend to suicide, and my marriage to infidelity. I didn’t know what to do to keep my head above water, so I decided
I don’t know why, but somehow, in my 20’s, I ended up dancing on many tables. As a professional belly dancer, I have been pulled up to dance on hundreds of tabletops, but I’m surprised how often I have ended up dancing on tables while
…and that red phone worked some kind of magic…
It probably wasn’t the greatest idea to practice my Spanish with the border patrol…
The Night Our Hotel Room Disappeared
And maybe that’s the true beauty ideal: capturing real and honest moments in all their gorgeous tattered raw authenticity… like catching fireflies in a jar, or catching powdered sugar on your tongue as you bite into a hot beignet while a guy with a cigarette dangling out of his mouth plays a dilapidated piano on the street corner, spinning pure magic out of a wooden box made of strings and keys, and even in my overly-snug dress, I step into the sun and dance.
When I travel, I can’t resist a quirky hat shop. While exploring Candlemaker’s Row in Edinburgh, I ended up in a hat shop called Rosie’s. My best friend, Kim and I, tried on hat after hat, taking on their personalities, from jaunty riding hats to
There are songs and poems and endless legends about rainbows, and I love them all. In fact, I consider myself a bit of a rainbow connoisseur. I have seen my fair share of rainbows, but nothing prepared me for the day we saw thirteen rainbows
