Let Me Eat Cake

I figure I have about 4 hours before the next episode of Welcome to Hell: 2020 begins and I'm sure you've been wondering how I've been processing all of this, so let me assure you: I'm fine. There has been a lot of cake. For my birthday in March I made my favorite cake. Our…

A Letter to My Favorite Jeans

Dear Pants, You will have noticed that your world is exceedingly dark these days. You will also have noticed that you have been relocated to a box in which your days will be exceedingly darker. Apologies. Let me explain. No. There is too much. Let me sum up... I was informed I'd be moving. I…

Craigh Na Closet

My family recently had occasion to celebrate a huge milestone event. Photos were taken.  Anxiety and Excitement, meant to be taken like swift shots of tequila and then ridden out before the taste could settle, turned into a waterboarding theme park. Toddlers were in rare form. Parking was challenging. Winds rendered time spent on arranging hair pointless. Lighting was harsh.…

Fight Manager

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…