My puppy dawg, my lil buddy, my constant companion … and morning and evening walks on the beach with her, especially when nali poop dances come into play or when she sits down and refuses to leave Poison ivy bonding with my fbgf4lyfe reconnection … a wine night and finally trying the Cassidy’s grilled cheese…
Anyone remember this? I’m coming home.
Couplets of brands on my mind right now: I’m Lovin’: Brazil Pants – um, it took a few tries to get it right, but my houndstooth pants (second skin comfortable) and jakar shorts (textured! yet soft) are in heavy rotation these days. Trade Coffee – a coffee recommendation engine that actually works; the Costa Rican…
Hey, I can’t help it if inspiration struck from a beer ad … I’m grateful this week for a chance to chill, to take things easy, to embrace a certain limbo that’s both inevitable and inevitably frustrating. I’m also grateful for: my mama! but we all knew that, it’s just that mother’s day was last…
The time is nigh, OC, what do I want to make sure I’ve done before I leave? One of the greatest things about OC is its proximity to so much… … Rosarito, dammit (this amazing yoga retreat with my fave instructor still has spots open) … Visit Paso Robles again (Memorial Day weekend!) … San…
So you’re not a real celeb with a fabulous mansion in Palm Springs within walking distance to the festival, or with your own driver. Faux celebs, have no fear, you can still have the most fabulous time at Stagecoach (California’s Country Music Festival that brings up lovely memories of the ill-fated, one-run Big State Festival)…
My whole life, I wanted to live by the ocean. It’s downright magical how the ocean can transform you—ground you, excite you, annoy you. The ocean is an all-encompassing real but mystical, concrete but ethereal force. It’s a study in contrasts, like so many of us, and I’m so grateful for my (daily) time spent…
*Except, ok, enough with the blue bell obsession. **Except, wait, I’ve lived away from the great state for 8 years and never realized … slime in the ice machine is a Texas thing?!
After an exhausting stint that involved 5 days in an RV in the desert at Stagecoach straight into a three-day west to east coast business trip, I got back last night completely drained—and with drainage in my throat. I try so hard to keep myself from getting sick by being cognizant of my fatigue, both…
I’m at Stagecoach. Can you believe it? Pretty stoked. I thought I’d post from here, but I won’t. So stay tuned for next week’s gratitude list. In the interim, know that I am really, really grateful for the gifts in my life. Super Happy birthday wishes tomorrow to an awesome someone! *tk = magazine=speak…