My mother has an interesting relationship with beauty. She has this amazing olive mexican skin so she doesn’t have a wrinkle at 70 years old. She glows! Even after spending her youth in the sun getting tan. It’s not fair to those of us who inherited my father’s fair freckled English skin. Although he looks gorgeous at 70 too, that fair skin takes on the wrinkles and folds of a Sharpei. And his eyes–my Dad has piercing crystal blue eyes…
George called me from work today. At teh end of our conversation, I remembered a box had arrived for him from Brooks Brothers and told him. He got very excite. “Did you see my Prince of Wales walking coat?” he asked. “What?” I replied. “My Prince of Wales walking coat,” he continued. “What the hell are you talking about?” I asked. “Did you open the box?” “No, why? Did you order a Prince of Wales walking coat?” I finally started…
I’m swear on my life I have Reverse Anorexia. I feel absolutely fabulous. I feel toned, sexy, energetic, great! And then…I step on the scale and I’m about 30 pounds overweight, 30 pounds heavier than before I had Henry, 30 damn pounds of love and love handles and juicy curves. I was talking to my girlfriend, Courtney today. She is living the great Alaskan adventure up in Juneau. She said she has the same problem, and that we just need…
All morning Annabelle kept singing “honky tonky way” over and over. It sounded familiar, but I couldn’t place where she might have heard these words. She pulled out all our party bowls and cups and laid them out on the table. “Mom! I’m having a honky tonky way party. Which bowl would you like?” “I’ll have that one,” I said arbitrarily pointing to one. She bit her lip and slowly shook her head. “No, you can’t have that one. That’s Annika’s.”…
Annabelle found a little stuffed creature on a shelf at the airport. It has big eyes and a long tail. She begged me to buy it for her, and since I find it very hard to refuse her every wish, she was soon cuddling it in her little arms, cooing at it and making it a bed out of her pink satin baseball cap. She showed it to George and he said, “Oh, it’s a bandicoot.” She nodded. “Yes, a…
You can take the girl out of bohemia but you can’t take the bohemia out of the girl! I’ve been dreaming lately of my old life–lesbians in suits with fedoras hiding long lustrous hair; men with Salvador Dali moustaches writing love poetry for me; tiny men with wild hair writing songs for me; gorgeous frenchmen creating breathtaking sculptures of me dancing; beautiful women creating stunning dances for me; world-renowned opera singers filling my room with flowers; walking the streets of…
Oh my beloved blog!! It’s been so long! We’ve been traveling since December 5 and we’re now on Martha’s Vineyard without internet! I did just happen upon a rogue signal, so here I am! We went on a walk at Felix Neck Sanctuary today–I love that word, “sanctuary.” It seems if you find a place called “sanctuary,” it would bring peace. It seems nothing bad could happen to you there—you’d be safe. Henry and Annabelle spent the day running on…
We’re in Utah at my parents, reveling in the snow and the mountains and all the “Ho-Ho’s” (Henry calls Santa Ho-HO) around the house. My mom is the chachke queen! (That’s a mouthful!)Think: no shelf un-cluttered. Endless variations on elves and angels and Santas–she even has Santas made of toilet paper rolls! And of course a wide array of nativity scenes–my favorite being a nativity scene made up of toasted marshmallows. I’m sure she confused the kids when she told…
In flagrante delicto—now there’s a great word for being caught red-handed, or it’s more common usage: sex. Conjures up images for me, images of a more sensual than sexual nature: a beautiful woman dancing barefoot under the moonlight while being fed an oozing chocolate éclair by someone wrapped in champagne silk. I also picture a woman with long dark hair standing in a window, her red silk slip slithering to the ground like a serpent; le serpent rouge. But I…