Bay area mornings start out nestled under a bed of gray fog, cold and wooly on the eyes. Some days the blanket lifts to reveal blue sky and sparkling sun by noon, and everything is good. Other times the fog … wait! there’s more…
You guys! You are the best. Thank you, thank you for indulging me with your comments and sharing my pancakes. Sorry I hogged the syrup. In other news and happenings, I’d like to inform you that if a person didn’t … wait! there’s more…
I tried a juice cleanse once. Okay fine, twice. Turns out trying is not the same as succeeding. Suffice it to say, I’m not the juice-cleansing kind. So? Cinderella never juice-cleansed. I don’t think. I’m trying to be more like … wait! there’s more…
This time of year is fast and furious. Mostly fast and less furious, I suppose, on account of the fact that Elf plays on loop on the cable tv. Elf is good. Zooey Deschanel as a blond doesn’t seem entirely … wait! there’s more…
Yes yes I know, you’re all hot and sweaty and unable to eat anything but watermelon and gazpacho and so, SO HOT. Well, I’m not. Here in San Francisco, the place where summer goes to die, apparently, it’s not hot. … wait! there’s more…
We had an unofficial soup-off here the other night, whereby two soups were made, tasted and judged, and one soup was declared the winner. It was a slurpy, soupy fight. It was a battle of epic proportions. Gauntlets were thrown, … wait! there’s more…
Happy weekend, friends! Today I leave for Florida, to visit Gramma Lynn. It will be my last visit before the big move, and we have big plans, Gramma and me. Plans which involve crossword puzzles, Mallomars, movie dates and, hopefully, … wait! there’s more…
It’s Sunday and the weather channel tells us that, here in New York City, it feels like eleven degrees outside. Eleven degrees. Farenheit. Soup? Soup. Days like today make your eyes water, your breath puff, your curled fingers brittle and … wait! there’s more…
Happy New Year! Two-thousand twelve. Twenty-twelve. Two zero one two. Too much math, frankly. Rumor has it this is going to be an awesome year. A shoulders-back, two-feet-in-the-water, go-out-and-grab-it year. Two-thousand twelve. You in? Maybe we should start with some … wait! there’s more…
Oof. A weekend of cold, wet feet, madman dancing and minimal sleep, wonderful as it was, seems to have turned me into a bit of a sick chicken. Stuffy nose, stuffy ears, stuffy head. Scratchy throat and achy bones. Sniff, … wait! there’s more…