One of my favorite episodes of Sesame Street was on today–the one where Andrea Bocelli sings a duet/lullaby to the tune of “Time to Say Goodbye.” Annabelle and I loved it. I closed my eyes and said, “Annabelle, listen to how tender and loving his
There is nothing I love more than following Henry and Annabelle’s pace. I love letting the day unfold, no plans, nowhere we have to be… just moving in their sweet, simple, beautiful baby world. Annabelle has been talking about truffles with George who is a
I LOVE Paul McCartney for many reasons. First, he’s a Beatle–what’s not to love? John Lennon was more my speed actually, but he’s gone and McCartney was my next favorite. Second, he’s vegetarian, and serves only vegetarian food on his tours. Third, he’s a positive
My oh my what a day. It all started with the case of the missing blueberry. We were making blueberry muffins this morning and I laid out all the ingredients and after we measured and mixed everything, we couldn’t find the blueberries. We immediately thought
We were just leaving our dressing room after dancing at the San Diego State Amphitheatre with the Go-Go’s. Belinda said, “Here, take this,” and shoved a fairly full bottle of tequila into my dance bag. I put it in back of my Honda Passport and
I was sitting backstage with my fellow dancers, Kina and Pleasant, while on tour with the Go-Go’s. They were talking about their first sexual fantasies, and I made the mistake of confessing mine. “My first sexual fantasy was Siegfried and Roy,” I stated. They stared
I just caught myself talking to my sheet. “You are so beautiful,” I whispered as I lovingly tried to fold it. I’ve never quite gotten the hang of folding fitted sheets. They’re very unruly. But this sheet. Oh this sheet. I dreamed of this sheet
Last night was mad I tell you, absolutely mad! A true case of delirium! I awakened in the middle of the night, I’d say around 3 or 4am, and remembered the stroller was sitting on the porch. This worried me as it is a very
Henry woke up two days ago with his eye swollen shut. It looked like a golf ball was under his eyelid. George stayed with Annabelle and I took him to the ER at Children’s. He puttered around in great spirits, held still to get his
We went to Maple Street bookstore tonight and their new motto is “Love Among the Ruins,” a fitting motto for anyone living in New Orleans at this time. It’s a little local bookstore, a booklovers paradise, exactly what you’d imagine if you thought of a
