All Good Festival & Campout : Part 1
It had been 23 years since I had last done the music festival/camping thing, so Aaron, my fabulous ex-hippie music loving boyfriend and I, had decided it was high time […]
My Summer Probation.
My summer vacation was not what I would necessarily quantify as a real vacation, per say. When I think of vacation, I think of turquoise waves lapping at a white […]
Fish Tales.
Like a massive school of fish, swimming, looping in circles, crowding the surface, my thoughts refuse to pay attention. Each one holds the covenant of a story, but they are […]
Writing Is Like Sex, Back to School, Coffee and Jesse Pinkman.
So here I sit in front of my computer, in an eerily quiet house because my kids are back in school, and for the first time all summer, I am […]
Land Of The Lost, 8 Tracks, Spirograph and Big Wheels.
I know, I’m in the middle of the Paolo’s series…but I wanted to ramble for a few minutes on this dreary Wednesday morn. A 42-year-old boy blogger, named Billy wrote […]
Paolo’s Ristorante : Part 2
In case you missed it, Part 1. Olive tapenade was a staple at Paolo’s. When a table was first seated, you would bring them an upright container of warm breadsticks […]
Paolo’s Ristorante : Part 1
I used to wait tables back in the day. Between the ages of 16 and 27, I paid my dues waitressing and bartending, before, during, and after college. Yes, I […]
Balance
Balance. That is a tricky little nugget of a word shrouded in mystery, and I’m sure I’m not the only person who struggles with it. To me, balance is like […]
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