Living Beyond Archetypes, My Name Is.
You all are great commenters. I swear I wander through my day sometimes with your imaginary voices in my head. Embarrassing, yes. At least I
You all are great commenters. I swear I wander through my day sometimes with your imaginary voices in my head. Embarrassing, yes. At least I
My sisters are coming for dinner tonight. And sleeping over. In my world, sisters are A Very Good Thing. On the menu? Something that counts
I’ve been tagged. By Stephanie of even*cleveland. What, she asks, is the 10th photo in my 1st folder? Of course, wild confusion ensued, given my
I bought a little black dress for my 40th birthday. My daughter was 10, my son, 7. When you have children that age, especially if
The High WASP woman loves nothing so dearly as her little black dress. Think about it. Although the industry tries, i.e. Boyfriend Jeans and White
A recent spell of good luck has left me walking around happy. Rather like when you get out of bed in the morning and the
I love my slippers. They keep my feet warm. More than that, they make me feel loved. Something about the meeting of sheepskin and
I, for all my inner yearnings, have not an iota of Artsy Cousin in my personal style. Oh, occasionally I think about it. I consider
You may have an artsy or intellectual cousin. Might even be artsy or intellectual yourself. All to the good. Art and Intellect are cornerstones of
Home. With a story. From the last leg of my travels. I was wearing my old Chanel jacket, a pair of dark wash Seven jeans,
Friendly Italian Women from Flickr. Since they can’t speak English, I will tell you what they want to say. You can see by their smiles.
It’s 4:48am in California. But I’m in New Jersey. Where it’s 7:48am. None of the usual tea and toast. In my daughter’s first apartment. Listening
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