Thank ya, Mama, for genes that make me look 21 years old. I don't want to return to 21, but it sure is nice to look it. (This photo was snapped by my good friend and talented photographer during a trip to NYC a few weeks ago. That's her IG handle. Check out her …
“are you wearing pants?”
Last night, me and my younger brother attended a concert starring none other than the Man, the Musical Genius, a member of my Top Five Favorite Performers of All Time, Stevie Wonder. This was my second time seeing Stevie Wonderful, but I was no less thrilled, excited, and happy to share the event with my bro, …
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 …
…so she did.
Oh, hi. Yes, I'm alive. I'm aliiiive. It's been a while, hasn't it? What I can say? I've been all over the place. So what did she (being me) do? I made strides on that musical bucket list by seeing this gentleman in concert last month. Even better, I took my mom and we screamed like …
Storytelling and Nursery Rhymes.
In the end, I think it was inevitable that writing would become my passion. Starting from the beginning, my fascination with words and stories was engendered by the original, the best, and the most compelling storyteller of them all: my mother. I remember watching her when she would tell a story. Her voice would dip …
undies. (not much else to say here)
TMI alert. You've been warned. I'm comfortable in bloomers. Granny undies, big old pantaloons, you get my drift. I understand how troubling this may sound, largely because I'm nowhere near the age where a package of gigantic Hanes underwear should be so appealing. But they are the enormous sirens to my wide-eyed Ulysses, and I always …
Kate Spade and Woman Stuff. (And My Mother.)
This is the Holly Street Rubie Bag, by Kate Spade. I want it so bad I can taste the blue on my tongue. For real. If you click …
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Thursday and Friday.
I'm sure you're wondering what I wore yesterday? And if I'm grateful for anything today? Have you? Well, since I forgot to post what I wore yesterday, let's combine the two, shall we? Gratitude 1. You, because you visit this blog. 2. You, because sometimes you click "like." 3. You, because sometimes you leave a comment. 4. Anyone who supports …
This Square Peg. 