Sometimes, things kick the bucket. We lose jobs. Friends. Lovers. Arguments. Our figures. The ability to turn heads on the street any longer. Confidence. Money. Plants. While there may not be much choice in this matter, I have landed on one. Because as I was taking inventory of all my loss ... View Post
Washed out.
Over Thanksgiving, Florida did her best, brisk November impersonation. Winter light is such a dead giveaway. We walked on the beach one day and the tide was so high we skirted the ledge of the dunes, like carving bites out of spongey cake with our feet. The entire shoreline was littered with ... View Post
Brush with destiny.
Lately I've been giving a lot of thought to getting rid of all my possessions, ditching the brick and mortar, and hitting the road in a trailer to see the country, pulling over to work between legs of driving. There've been so many "doors closing and windows opening" discussions happening in my ... View Post
The reason I didn’t shop in NYC.
Pretty amazing I was able to trot by Rag & Bone multiple times while up in the city last week, while refraining from making any purchases. How, you ask? Because THIS: Shopbop sale, yo! Code GOBIG15, which is great because it reminds me of my fat boyfriend with the mantra "Go big or go ... View Post
The funny thing about loss.
My back yard has a massive fig tree. It dominates the entire space, but it makes it, too. It's shady and cool in the summer, private and quiet. The day the realtor walked us through, he said with authority that it'd have to be cut back. Defensively, I disagreed. It kept the back of the house ... View Post




