I Went Blond, Among Other Things

And yes, I chose to spell it “blond” over “blonde.” Anyway, yeah, hi, it’s been over a year since I last posted. I assure you I have been writing, just not here. Would you like to know what I’ve been up to? In no particular order — -As mentioned above, I went blond. I was reluctant to do it, because being brunette felt like an … Continue reading I Went Blond, Among Other Things

Paris, J’Barfed [Travel Recap]

I was going to call this post something like “C’est La Vie, Paris,” but let’s be honest, “J’Barfed” is a hilarious turn of phrase. I really did barf — multiple times — on our second-to-last night. But no hard feelings, Paris. So it took me a few weeks to hit the blog with news of our trip, because I was still processing and feeling unwell. … Continue reading Paris, J’Barfed [Travel Recap]

MOMENTS: A Cheesy Little Mystery

Today is quite likely our last day with Annie, our blind foster dog. She’s starting a trial tonight in Huntington Beach! Crazy enough, her brother (Sully) is also starting a trial tonight in our neighborhood. They’re separate, but still synced. (Much as my fostering FAQ outlined, everybody wanted us to keep her. Sorry not sorry. We enjoyed her presence, though! She and Charlie had a … Continue reading MOMENTS: A Cheesy Little Mystery

Annie Hears A Symphony

As I began to type this, our little blind foster, Annie, started scratching my back very sweetly… and then (I’m pretty sure) commenced a hump-from-behind. And then I realized that she needed her donut (like a cone, but also like a first-class traveler’s neck pillow), because she was licking at her spay stitches, and chased her around the room… with Charlie trying to interfere because … Continue reading Annie Hears A Symphony

Bonjour, Monsieur

I have always thought that it would be SO COOL to speak a whole mess of languages. Unfortunately, the operative word for me is MESS. I have been reading up on Paris, and the one thing that “experts” seem to agree upon is that Parisians appreciate an effort to speak French. When entering a shop, it’s imperative to make a good impression (aka, not seem … Continue reading Bonjour, Monsieur

Moments: Cookbooks & City Living

[As promised, I’m trying out some nonfiction. This morning I had a fleeting interaction that felt meaningful to me in the moment, and decided to write about it here. I think the hardest thing is the editing — deciding how much to say, which tangents are worthy and which are just… clutter. And also — how to end it.] “Going down?” My neighbor holds the … Continue reading Moments: Cookbooks & City Living