Today Henry and I took Annabelle to meet her new preschool teachers–she starts on Monday if we can get up in time. It’s a french immersion school and after greeting her teachers with “bon jour!” she and Henry ran off and played. I nearly had
A small box arrived in the mail from a Tuscan store. I thought this was bizarre as I hadn’t ordered anything. Things got even stranger when I opened it. The numbers 007 were printed discreetly on the outside. I carefully unfolded the top, and inside
Today was a long and glorious day spent unpacking and organizing back in New Orleans. A day that ends in me weeping alone in my rocking chair. I guess I should have known it would end this way when the day started out with a
My Dad and I were recently discussing a mutual relative. This relative is having “Issues.” I asked my Dad what kind of “issues” this relative was having and my Dad said, “He’s been yanking his tulip.” We started giggling at the terminology. My family is
My little sister’s husband of twenty years is quite a piece of work. Busting with testosterone, the man is a burly bear, a work-machine, a snap-turtle, and a sweetheart underneath his very gruff exterior. Scott physically looks just like Kurt Russell, walks with a cocky
Well, little Miss Three-Year-Old Diva just came home from the drugstore with Grandma and Grandpa complete with a new crown, earrings, a ring, a necklace, and a bunny. She has gone from mirror- to-mirror around the house admiring her swinging earrings and holding her dance
We had so many perfect days on Martha’s Vineyard this summer. So many moments of watching Henry stand on his head looking through his chubby little legs for a new view, watching Annabelle play mermaid, watching George swim while holding both kids in his arms,
When I lived in Hollywood, I liked to claim my true heritage and go by the name Princess Marcella DeLaLuna. My great grandmother on my mother’s side was a Mayan Indian princess and I have a fairy ancestor from Scotland on my father’s side, making
Underneath the crest of Harvard there is one word: veritas. I could guess it’s meaning, but I wanted to know it’s exact definition. I asked George. No one loves a good word more than George. I suppose that’s why he chose to get his Masters
To be totally honest, I don’t really like Star Wars. In fact, I’ve never even seen it. Robots and light sabers not being very appealing to me. George however, loves it. And he has taken great delight in putting a photo of the main character
