I now know what the next step in this mourning process is: laying in bed alone getting drunk on cheap white zinfandel.
Yum!
I now know what the next step in this mourning process is: laying in bed alone getting drunk on cheap white zinfandel.
Yum!
I was awake for the very moment when I turned 40, 5:40am (Pacific Time). I don’t know what I expected — maybe a shudder like an earthquake, or something. But in reality, turning 40 felt like nothing. I was [more...]
Latkes – potato pancakes – made from a box are not even half as good as the ones made by my dad, a Protestant Irish former fireman.
One of the glorious things about living in California (versus DC) is the weather — warm, sunny, dry, with low humidity. But with that comes fire. Last year, fire marched up the hill where my friends lived [more...]
thank you so much. now, i don’t have to feel bad about laying in bed and drinking entire bottles of wine. I can proudly say, “I’m not an alcoholic. I’m in Step 3 of Mourning.”
So, what step is Out-of-Control Shoe-Buying???
Hmm. That’s the second time in as many days that you’ve mentioned buying shoes.
Do you have some kind of, well, shoe fetish? Or should I be ashamed of my predilection for buying $19 sneakers at Payless?