I left the state for the weekend. I had to. Watching others show off their pandemic coping skills now that it's summer--hiking, boating, lake play, poolside lounging, open air shopping and dining--leaves a girl bereft of cheer. Girls that live on the surface of the sun are doubly locked in. COVID plus heat was supposed… Continue reading Hello, California? Party of One…
The Diaries…
Charles Manson Was A Loser…
Ladies, there's a new murder girl in town. She's been around for a bit. I'm just late to the party. Those of us who cannot look away from the gruesome, the bizarre and the just plain WTF are obsessed. Why? It's the combination. This chick talks murder while she does her makeup. No lie. I… Continue reading Charles Manson Was A Loser…
What Have You Learned?…
Through difficulty it's good to question, "What have I learned?" It's healthier than the pity party we're tempted to plan, less fun than drinking your way through, but every once in a while you hit on something. Husband dies. Life falls apart. What have you learned? You can take care of yourself. You may not… Continue reading What Have You Learned?…
Pride and Prejudices…Yours?
Pride and Prejudice paired with a couple, or three, Aperol sprtiz' makes for a perfect evening. Debates rage over which movie actually portrays the perfection of our dear Jane's words. But on this night only one offering is streaming and it calls to the tiny shred of romance in my generally black heart. And the… Continue reading Pride and Prejudices…Yours?
Where Are My Cancer Girls?…
I didn't realize until Dear Goddess sent over a text. "Five years today." The pic of yellow balloons, friends and smiles signals five years ago as the final day of radiation. Where are my cancer girls? I felt your stomachs tighten. The magical mark may arrive, but there is still a whiff of terror at… Continue reading Where Are My Cancer Girls?…
Blame The Thighs…
Writing suffers in the time of Coronavirus. Unlike Gabriel Garcia Marquez and Love In The Time Of Cholera, I don't become more determined, undeterred by obstacle. I blame my thighs. Thigh growth and spread engulfs all in its path leaving little couch room for even Skittish Tabby. He looks at them, eyebrow raised, "What the… Continue reading Blame The Thighs…
Lazy Takes On A New Level…
I have been known to wrangle the remote with whatever is nearby. My first and second toe have amazing grasping ability. I turn my couch cushions every week to fool visitors into thinking there's not a permanent butt indention. Lazy has never had anything on me. My spirit animal is the sloth. If I could… Continue reading Lazy Takes On A New Level…
Take Me Back to Table Dancing…
Still at home laughing at my own jokes and asking the cat what he'd like for lunch. I want to go back to work. It's not that I haven't been working--I've been working from home making the daily decision on makeup application, which in turn determines whether Zoom calls feature audio and video or just… Continue reading Take Me Back to Table Dancing…
Who Put Drugs In My Bag?
Staying in continues. Closets are cleaned. Pantries are organized and desktops appear. I spy something not cleaned--the Kate Spade tote sitting upon the counter. Tackle the makeup bag: Hand sanitizer check. Mascara check. Three lipsticks check, Toothbrush check. Wipe them down with a Clorox wipe. Organize wallet. Check side pockets--more lipsticks, a tube of vaseline… Continue reading Who Put Drugs In My Bag?
Coron-Activities
Seems the virus has brought out the creative in us. Social media is ablaze with accomplishment, from jigsaw puzzles to flower arranging to mask production. Cheers to those creating new vodka drinks. You have fans. Some things we're not seeing so much? Your real hair color, that your husband is the light of your life… Continue reading Coron-Activities
