I think I could handle getting lost in a Parisian alley. “Macarons! Macarons!” I would cry out, which I’d like to think means “help me” in France.
Peplum and Me.
I was so with the peplum craze when it all started. I thought it was such a classy look, for one thing, and/or something to dress up an otherwise casual outfit. It really was a pleasure to see ladies rocking their peplum outfits all around me. But there was no way I was joining them. See, …
For the Mister.
Dear Future Mister, Here are a few things to know and note: I'm moody. I won't qualify it with a comment about females and hormones. I was simply born moody. Sometimes it won't be your fault. Don't worry. When it is, I'll try to communicate that. When it's my fault, I'll try to communicate that, too. …
Just Saying.
The Brit Baby
I have memories of sitting in the living room with my Mom and siblings and laughing uproariously as we watched episodes of Benny Hill. Never mind that there was plenty of innuendo in that rascal's old show, 100 percent of which not one of us kids understood--other than loving the zany music and physical comedy, it was all …
“can’t start a fire without a spark…”
From the initial strains of that heart-thumping, powerful melody, I feel like becoming a welder, writing three novels in succession, declaring my love to someone underneath their window, and building 100 cabinets. Joy, inspiration, fist-pumping energy--all from the moment that music starts. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hEJ26h_cBqQ Although I have many favorites by The Boss, I think this one perfectly …
when a Parisienne rides her bicycle…
...she looks like this. La vie Parisienne, indeed.
Roads.
I took the long way home. We met at Infatuation Highway and I should have left you there when you held my heart merely on the surface of your hand and not in your shirt pocket, where it deserved to be, right next to your beating heart. I took the long way home. I waited …
the pleasure is all mine, September.
Gone are the days when I would disdainfully glance at the clock on Labor Day, watching the morning and afternoon slowly wane into evening, into nighttime, into the last few hours before the following, dreaded day. Gone is the queasy feeling that would consume the entirety of my belly as soon as I opened my eyes …
Gratitude Friday: The Friend Zone
A gratitude Friday has been long overdue, no? Referring to the title above, it's not the friend zone that we all know and shudder over. My friend zone is filled with good, delightful, loving, supportive and wonderful friends, and I'm so grateful for each and every one of them. Early in life, I understood the power of …
This Square Peg. 