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.
Blogvember #6: ‘cuz I’m easy…
Happy Sunday. May thoughts of hit songs written by Lionel Richie fill your day. And may you eat lots and lots of croissants. Like I'm about to.
Blogvember #3: On Chocolate Pigs and Resets.
Real talk: since arriving in the Lone Star State in September, I've been ingesting sweets and junk food like a chocolate pig. I wish I were exaggerating. If you've followed TSP for a while, you know that in 2015, I embarked on a gaining health lifestyle change. I changed everything: how I felt about food, …
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Blogvember #2: Deliverance.
Back in the day, I was a proud purveyor of the poker face. Betraying nothing on the surface while all kinds of madness/side eye/frustrations went on underneath. Perhaps it was a by-product of growing up painfully shy: I didn't want anyone to notice me anyway, so it wasn't necessary to communicate, even via my face, …
This Square Peg. 