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…

Enough Now…

"Enough now." After Mark shows his cards to Juliet on Christmas Eve, he walks away saying, "Enough now." Love Actually fans know. The phrase comes to mind whenever there is wallowing, pity parties of a personal nature or too much reflection on success levels. This morning I slept until 8:43, woke up feeling very alone, … Continue reading Enough Now…

Corona Lessons…

Admit you've learned some things during this national stay-at-home exercise. You probably know more about your spouse than you thought possible, non? The sweetest of Duchess Dolls recently asked if anyone had a voodoo doll. Those living solo are faced with the dreaded self reflection given the silence. Generally, we get up before the sun, … Continue reading Corona Lessons…