I won’t even pretend that this tiny shift holds any real purpose other than a quick stroll through vanity park, and yet, a small step it is… My friend Beverly boasts the most plump, hydrated lips around. I realize that’s an odd thing to publicly laud, and yet, if you’d see her, you’d ask the
It’s inevitable. You run into your mother’s neighbors’ aunt at a dinner party and you know each other, but you don’t know know each other, so you fumble into stilted small talk until someone politely excuses themselves to hit the ladies’ room, or refill a drink. It’s enough to make you want to avoid the
A fair amount of you have asked about #TheGoodList daily posts over here, and if there are any rules? Can you repost, share the fun, join along in the hashtag? And to that, I’ll say as I generally do: Yes, yes, yes of course. #TheGoodList is not a new concept, hardly original, as there are
We have a running joke in these parts that Ken, ever the health conscious one, will ask one question and one question alone to everything that ails you: How much water have you had today? Headache? How much water have you had today? Foul mood? How much water have you had today? Broken toe? How
Something lovely for your Friday. — Maggie Dietz, “Pluto” From That Kind of Happy Pluto Don’t feel small. We all have been demoted. Go on being moon or rock or orb, buoyant and distant, smallest craft ball at Vanevenhoven’s Hardware spray-painted purple or day-glow orange for a child’s elliptical vision of fish line, cardboard
I do not consider myself to be a leader by nature, nor a follower. Perhaps I identify most with the term “observer,” far preferring to sit at the proverbial corner bistro table and watch the world unfold as it does with little interference from me. If you asked, I’d tell you I’m an empath. I
My day is much the same as yours, I’d imagine. There are windows of time in which I am remarkably present, refilling my water glass, passing the raisins, lost in a riveting conversation with Bee about small intestines, sharks, small intestines in sharks. And then there are the other times. Windows of time that feel
Tee season, check. Bee is 100% a tee-and-leggings gal (dear apple, meet your tree), and I’m often asked where our favorite modern kids tees hail from. Here’s the thing — tees are tees are tees. Whether you’re snagging them from Goodwill and garage sales or ordering them from your favorite international boutique, it matters not.
