Five! Five! FIVE! Happy Birthday to *the* Cheaty Monkey
Oy, look at how mature her little hand is. FIVE. The Monkey’s five years old tomorrow (Wednesday, July 28). FIVE. She was only 8 months old when I started writing this blog. It took a little...
View ArticleCottage Country Vacay: Who Gives a Sh**?
We had our own little cabin apart from the main cottage where the rest of my family — parents, sister’s family, brother’s family — stayed. I wish I had a picture of our little cabin, but the only one I...
View ArticleCheaty Birthday: Am I the last person to see this?
I just laughed my arse off after my 15th viewing of a video that’s apparently been making millions of people laugh for months now. I actually really relate to this video because, as some of you know, I...
View ArticleHappy Birthday, My Little Rascal (THREE!)
I love the number three. Right now, as I think of the number three, a vision of the swimming pool at my in law’s country house surfaces in that hazy space between my temples — the monkey taking another...
View ArticleMagnetic Fragments: Six, Upside-Down Rainbows & the Cave Guru
I’m trying to gather up enough energy and stamina to write a post here. Thoughts have been forming and merging and collapsing lately, but fingers repel keys like magnets with like poles because...
View ArticleClive Owen: Staring at Me? Or Not Staring at Me?
“Too much film festival.” That’s what my yoga teacher said to me as I carried my mat to my spot in the hot room, alas, still wearing my gaudy rhinestone-encrusted Dolce & Gabbana sunglasses on my...
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