I'll begin by reminding you, my dear reader, that I stopped drinking coffee in 2008. (See the story about the drums here.) This doesn't mean that I don't long for it like I long for the key to our villa. In fact, I miss that warmth and aroma like crazy. I've been guilty of sitting …
slay-o’clock.
Well, it was bound to happen. I fell off the wagon. I went back 100 steps. I lost the mojo. In other words: I returned to my sloppily-dressed ways. I've mentioned to you that way back in the day, because of weight and lack of self-esteem and not really knowing who I was as a …
connecting…
And while the wires and strings and synapses connect, sometimes blogging and writing and This Square Pegging fall by the wayside. Nevertheless, I'm here now, dear reader. Well, I've always been here--but life and changes and connecting made it a bit harder to remember to talk about the process with you. This platform wasn't far …
Blogvember #29: The Baby Steps Gourmet.
Cooking is an art form. And in a world of cuisine Van Goghs, I'm best described as the lady with tracing paper who would love to just copy the art without doing all the work. When I was 15, my mother devised a plan: she, my sister and I would take turns cooking. She showed …
Blogvember #26, #27, and #28: Life.
Three days, huh? Let's investigate my brief Blogvember absence. ​​ I took walks and got in some great steps. I hung up new artwork for l'appartement. This lovely French sign means flower market. It's not particularly centered, but just take comfort that my use of a hammer (!!!!) didn't result in the loss of my …
Blogvember #24 and #25: Thursday and Friday.
#24: It was lovely being off work on Thursday. This is what I did, rather than blog. Sorry. Well, not really. ***************************** #25: Since it's Black Friday, here's a poem I wrote a few years ago, entitled, naturally, Black Friday. and so she believed the hype. she tipped her head toward the heavens and waited …
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Blogvember #20 and #21: Late Edition.
I didn't forget about you. But Sunday got away from me on account of... ...the delivery of my new couch! Isn't it lovely? Head on to Blogvember #21 below to discuss the new love of my life. ****************************** Ok, so "Late Edition" has a double meaning. First, my apologies for not Blogvembering yesterday and providing …
Blogvember #19: The Wrestler.
I've become a professional wrestler. It's the only way to explain why my bed looks like this when I wake up. I snapped this photo a day ago, moments after arising from my slumber (ah, poetry) and gazing at my bed in crusty-eyed shock. Had I participated in a dance competition in my sleep? Had …
Blogvember #12 and #13: Le Weekend.
#12: That quote to the left about sums it up. Our sense of humor. Our laughter. Our love. (Because, yeah, I'd traipse through a fire and/or super humid room for her, fro or no.) Those times when la bestie utters words that change my life. My goals to always be there for her. She arrived …
Blogvember #10: Yawn.
Ours in an everlasting love. Longest.day.ever. Off to bed, party people.
This Square Peg. 