My husband was away on business all last week. Time alone is always lovely. Not feeling duty bound to make magical meals daily, dodging extra clean up and less laundry is liberating. When he walked in the door all that was forgotten. I still get butterflies. We fit together so well. He quickly unpacked and…
Many covet southern California weather. Lately, it has been NY summer conditions…hot and humid. Last Friday night we lost power in the ‘hood and decided to head to the beach area bordering Venice and Marina Del Rey, back to where we resided for 15 years.
I have been blessed with two mothers.
I am struggling with the art of forgiveness. Why is being forgiving and gracious the right or politically correct thing to do?
Peace and serenity lasted for ONE freakin’ New York minute.
The serene beauty of a new day. I appreciate every new dawning, unless the Giants have lost to the Cowboys.
I felt as if I was taking part in an episode of The Sopranos. I had read about Mare, a new restaurant on Melrose in West Hollywood. My foodare was humming.
Saturday, I really identified with Cinderella.
It’s time for NY Giants football. Sunday night, the 9 month gestation period is over and MY New York Football Giants give birth to a new season.
What better mother/daughter shared bonding experience then indulging in retail therapy.
Claudette, the elegant cottage styled Provencal influenced restaurant, has been on my bucket list for a while.
So You Think You Can Dance?! I have been told that I have surprisingly great rhythm and movement for a white woman. I can spin around the dance floor, rock out in place and hold my own without embarrassing myself.
Remember the good old days when smoking a cigarette or tuning the radio was the only dangerous driving habit…driving under the influence notwithstanding.
Yesterday, I confirmed the fact that I am seriously addicted to sports.
110 degrees and we decide to dine in Hollywood. Waze directed me into a skanky looking strip mall and I thought Waze had lost its’ way, but no…crammed in between two unprepossessing storefronts stood Petit Trois.
On my back…
Warning: Do not read if you are feeling happy unless you are a member of my Co-op board, a former LA friend or any of the haters who will be delighted to know that I am in the shits. Thought for the day…why is it that many secretly revel in people’s miseries?
Love conquers all. Sunday morning and Finnley wants out at 5am. I had a raging migraine, but when baby needs to relieve herself momma needs to get up and out.