One year Mister and I decided to spend Christmas in New York. For no reason. Other than why not. In between eating the finest the city has to offer and being sightseeing fools, we took some photos.…
Mister! Mister!
Mister’s been away for a few days. He arrives home today. I don’t always sleep well when he’s gone. I’m not a fraidy-cat or anything. It’s just weird when he’s away. That guy has become quite a…
Rain = Winter
Yesterday it rained on and off all day, and I flippin’ loved it! Here in SoCal, rain equals winter. There’s been a nip in the air, too, so that doesn’t hurt. The holiday lights are beautifully reflected…
Housework Philosophy
Yesterday found me catching up on ironing. I’ve written of this chore before, and how I tend to let it pile up until there’s just no choice. True to my historic form, the pile I faced yesterday took…
Heavy Hearts
The Sunday morning news shows all seemed to focus on this week’s tragedy in Connecticut. I’ve received emails from friends, asking that we all ask our political leaders to focus on ways to improve our safety. Even…
My First Hanukkah
A few nights ago, Mister and I were invited to a friend’s home for Hanukkah. We were asked to share in their family’s lighting of that night’s candle, which was to be blessed by their Rabbi. Though we’ve…
Holiday Cookies
This recipe came to me from a former friend, years ago. Well, it mostly came from her. She sort of wrote out amounts, then sort of wrote directions. She neglected to write out little details like precisely…
Shingle All The Way
There was no peace on earth. In fact, there was only stress. It was mid-March a few years ago, and my beloved and I were in Austin, TX for SXSW. As much as we love the festival, this particular year…
Sweet, Sweet Sleep
I slept better last night than I have in weeks. What’s the story? I think I actually paid attention to my intuition, acted from my heart, and was truly honest with myself about my (ahem) feelings. That isn’t…
Lunch Boxes
When I was a kid, I envied the girls who brought their lunches to school. For example, Sharon – pronounced “Shay-run” – brought hers everyday, and her mother often packed in some Cheetos. I wasn’t a Cheetos nut,…