I have this jacket I bought at J.Crew last winter. It’s sort of a camo green, but it’s tailored and it has a lot of gold snaps. I’ve always thought there were too many snaps. It stops just short of Michael Jackson. It’s not gaudy, but I don’t really wear it. The jacket feels like…
There are days I want to be selfish, that I need to get on a plane immediately and never look back. That every waking moment should be used filling my mind and drenching my soul. The experience of others is not important. It is about my journey. There are times I feel like I don’t…
I feel like leather pants should be a controlled substance. They need to be behind a counter or a sliding glass window, not just out in the open for everyone to wear. I know it sounds mean and I’m sorry, well I’m not really sorry because this is factual information. There needs to be an…
I love you. Those three words have become “the moment” in movies, books, songs, even real life. It seems we have been pausing for “I love you” to slip from our lover’s lips since the beginning of time. They are iconic words, but what lies beneath can be as vast and varied as the people…
I tend to judge. Shoot me. I swear we all do it, but I guess I’m a little more open with my thoughts. I know you can’t judge a book by it’s cover. I look farther than the cover, but once I’m a few chapters in, I really feel like I have a good sense.…
I think I’m a bit of a thank you whore. Well, maybe whore is a harsh word, but I say, “thank you” a lot and I’m wondering why it feels so shallow lately. I should be more selective and authentic in my dispensing of gratitude. It’s possible I have cheapened the phrase. I instinctively tack…
You can be the outcast or be the backlash of somebody’s lack of love, or you can start speaking up. More than anything else, more than any other “life skill,” I wish this for my children. Actually, I wish it for all of us. It’s Friday. Enjoy. That’s all from the laundry room. Sleep Naked.
I am wild. Not in that sense, although I can get pretty whirly after some good tequilla. I’m not risky or dangerous wild, it’s more that I prefer wild. I like things, people, animals in their natural place. I’m never inclined to manicure or box stuff up, frame it, or put it under glass. How…
You never take the one on display or the one on top. I’m a little obsessed with going to the bottom of the barrel, or the back of the shelf when I pick things out. I will look at something, decide if I want it and then take the one that is five boxes back.…
