Sticky

Tell me one thing from which you cannot be distracted, he asked, hands in my hair.

I made a coquettish response, not a truthful one. 

The truth

When words fail, there's always pictures. Glyphs, pictograms, icons, symbols -- I'd speak only in metaphor if I thought I'd be understood. In the meantime, nothing says your jewelry can't do the talking.

Crafted from old world wax seals yet speaking in an oh so current tongue.

Represent your paix

Chilllllllllllllll

I love everything in its place. Unfortunately, living in two pricey urban centers for most of my adult life has left me long on theater tickets and short on storage space. Cupcake carrier in with the overcoats, oversized cookie sheets under the bed.

What's a baker-ice cream maker-sweets taster to do? Love the small stuff. Make a pint and take it with you. To the movies or a picnic.

Port-o-pint

Glittery glitzy yum yum

OK, so maybe we're like fish in that way. Or crows. Or some other discerning scavenger of the natural world.  Whatever.

If it's shiny and sparkly and ices the cake that is you, do it.  Pile on the bijoux and call it a neutral.

Coco would approve

Slip slidin' away...

Good-bye eyeshadow, who looked so pretty this morning. Farewell liner, so sparkly on initial application.

Touching up is so 1950. We want to put it on and keep it on. And now we can, with an eye primer that does what it says it will do. And does it all day long. Hello, lover.  

1,000 stories in the naked city

Even more on the radio. NPR + Ira Glass = genius storytelling and relevant commentary.

Learn, laugh, get in early on the next David Sedaris. On the radio, in your car, or online.

Podcast or archived. Listen.

10,000 sheeps

Even the Queen of Just Say No has trouble sleeping. OTC is for the birds, most Rx is too much wake-up. This Goldilocks finds Restoril just right: Pure sleep, no kick. Not every night, but sometimes.

Or sleep it old school

Joy, part 2

Happiness is so easy to come by -- why is it so easy to forget that?

Raise your voice

Joy, baby

It's not new, 

but it makes me feel fantastic.

I defy you not to cry

He knows he can

I think I can, I think I can rings a little hollow after 40. No longer inspired by such simple wisdom, I think I can is replaced by who gives a k-rap?

And then there's Maru, a hero for the modern middle age. Unselfconscious about his weight and undeterred by the occasional misstep, he gets the job done with an elan and vivre expressed by few others.

Maru the magnificat

Saddlin' up

Astride at 10, thrown at 12, clinging to Old Paint in the Mendocino sea. Horses can be a dicey prop, no question. But when your feet haven't touched the earth in ages and you can't quite get your head from out your arse, a horsey will zen you right back to present. You've got no choice but to connect.

Yippie-ai-o Los Angeles

Sisterhood

My Rwandan sister writes, We thank God for you, sister. Every night my children say your name. You are too old to live alone. My Congolese sister writes, Good news, sister! I bought a goat!

I write, Much love sisters! I had a mani/pedi and loathed my job just a little bit. 

Level setting, you feel me?

Get yourself a sistah