food. candles. peanut.

Namaste blog tribe I got in a huge fight with one of my sisters last week and we aren't going to talk anymore. I was upset about it, which is why I dipped out of Internetville for a few days. What's really stupid is she'll read this post and complain about it to her "friends", but she won't call to me to apologize. I guess this is one of the downsizes of our digital age. I digress. And besides, since ending up on my shrink's couch again a few...

joel salsa. let’s dance.

I'm always on about learning new things, like going back to school for a third degree or learning to speak Italian. Yesterday was my first Salsa lesson! I wore pretty, glittery shoes with special, slippy dance bottoms and wiggled around an eighth avenue studio with about 13 other soon-to-be Salsa-ers. I don't think you ordinarily wiggle when dancing Salsa, but it was my first lesson. I mostly wiggled during the turns... SO MUCH FUN BLOG TRIBE!...

january two

Well blog family, the dreaded January detox is officially upon us. To make the jump off even more enjoyable, a cold has snuck in to clog my head. I think it's the Universe getting its own revenge for all the times I consciously clog my head. We all have our vices. Yesterday morning I had the worst caffeine headache ever, complimented with icky cold stuff. Oh, and I was also hungover. New Year's Eve seems to bring forth that condition....

peanut at my parents. emotional.

I brought Lily Peanut to my parents' house this weekend. Needless to say, seeing my little girl imported from Australia running around the yard where I grew up was beyond surreal. I wanted Henry to be there, it made me cry a bit. It also made me see how well trained my little girl is. Peanut ran around acres of fence-less green without me ever removing a leash from my overnight bag. Later this week, when we move on Thursday, she's going to...

a park for peanut

I've been trying not to cry too much about Henry here in blog land, and also in life in general. Both are hard. Because even though I don't cry to anyone, I still cry in my head. Sometimes what you hear in your head is far more hard to process than anything you could ever articulate. However, in my lap right now - and by my side a majority hours of the day - is little Lily Peanut who has also been adjusting to one of the most horrible things we...
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