So how are you? Blah. Yeah, me too. So blah that I forgive you for doing this infernal question and answer thing again. Yeah, you must be really blah to actually be forgiving. Even that bit of sarcasm is ok with me. Sigh. What's wrong, pussycat? I'm blah, but you seem a bit more than …
Blahvember?
Ever since I fell in love with autumn (since 1986 when we stepped foot on American soil and I experienced my first fall, in case you were wondering), I've wondered about November. What is this month that pales in comparison to October, my favorite month? It doesn't have the roaring engines of September, when fall …
Blogtober (Redux) #22: Mild Dispute at the London Eye
Mild and hilarious. One late afternoon, a few steps away from the London Eye, I gazed at up at the structure. Me: Is it a Ferris wheel? My English Hostess: Of course not. Me: Well, it's round, right? And moves around in a circle? MEH: Well, yes. Me: Doesn't that make it a …
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Two James Taylors on a Seesaw.
Because he is my favorite singer-songwriter (no, seriously; of all time) and because I thought it was silly and cute: here are the real James Taylor and a fake JT (Jimmy Fallon) performing a silly and cute song on The Tonight Show. Fallon is great with imitating his musical guests, by the way, and I love how …
About your Author: It’s Hot.
Apparently, winter hijacked springtime and then we went headfirst into midsummer. Yeah, tell me about it. How are you handling it? Lots of sundresses and sandals. But since the atmosphere at the OK Corral tends to be below zero, I still wear sweaters over my dresses and closed-toe shoes. It's very confusing. I can only imagine. …
About your Author. (Again? For real?)
Why, oh why, are we doing this again? Oh, you're in rare form today, huh? Have you been living under a rock? It's cold. You can imagine what living in the frozen tundra does to a girl's mood. Hey, I'm cold, too. But I felt like it was time for another chat. Totally disagree. Yeah, …
the sweetest argument you could ever hope to have.
I need to learn Italian.
Macarons and Gatsby.
Because why not?
About your Author Redux. (Blogtober #30)
Oh, hi. We're doing this again, huh? How exciting. Sarcastic much? As you say, let's move on. How are you feeling about Blogtober so far? Tomorrow is the last day... I'm thrilled. This was a great project and I loved every minute of it. Lessons learned? Definitely that it's possible to be regular with my blogging. …
Macarons! Macarons!
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.
This Square Peg. 