This is to be the last year of my 30s. Which doesn't really bother me. But I'm becoming more and more acutely aware that no matter how blithe my attitude toward fitness, how youthful my culinary choices ( #tatertots), or how in touch with fashion my In Style keeps me, the fact is: aging is... Continue Reading →
I just posted a very nicely filtered photo from my Instagram account which I use primarily for business purposes. I adore filters. Make-up is my love language. "Me, but enhanced" is my next tattoo. "Lipstick" is my middle name. You get the idea. But in reality, I feel like crap and am doing laundry in... Continue Reading →
I love cake. And bread. Surprise. I love all confections involving sugar, butter, and white flour. You say gluten free! I say murder most foul. This is in direct opposition to my Halloween attire plan. Gal Gadot may have been five months pregnant at the time, but whether or not it was a green screen... Continue Reading →
I present to you one of my first manuscripts--a gripping tale of friendship, betrayal, and redemption with a plot twist I'm sure you'll not see coming. In these troubling times I hope we can assign ourselves to such metaphorical characters and hang in there until the storm is over. Make good choices everyone.
Find yourself planted for three years in a place people typically stay for only one. Congratulate yourself on all that personal growth you did in Hawaii. Think about all the people you know who might have cancer. Plan a productive day. Damn the constantly dirty floor to Hell. Think about writing. Go to the gym.... Continue Reading →
When we had a non-carpeted eating area (ah, the sweet sweet regret of yesteryear), one of the kids' chores was to sweep the floor after dinner. On this particular day, Bella was wearing her paper crown from school--Happy Birthday Bella! scrolling in gorgeously sparkly glitter around it. Bella, from the floor with her dust pan: "Since... Continue Reading →
So I had a dream the other night. I was out in the ocean, catchin’ some waves…on a boogie board. Sam was with me. The waves were really REALLY huge. Like, Hollywood-cataclysmic-natural-disaster-movie huge. Sam was trying to teach me how to “do it right”—where to catch the wave to ride the greatest distance. I wasn’t... Continue Reading →
I need lots of positive reinforcement. Every once in a while I'll google my name to see what comes up, both in images and in links, but always with my maiden name--because without the "Rauh" all I get are the menacing facial expressions of one Laurence Fishburne. A few years ago I bailed on a... Continue Reading →