I am. I think. I write.
Welcome to my space… the place where I come share a truth or a peeve or frankly announce when I notice that “the emperor” is indeed naked as a newborn babe.
I must confess to three things:
(1) that I am a obsessed with the perfect grilled cheese sandwich;
(2) that I sometimes cannot help microwaving to gooey perfection and then inhaling cheese in the stillness before the break of dawn; and
(3) that there are no words, no words to how discontentedly wretched I am when I am wearing anything other than a very pretty dress and, of course, very pretty shoes–yes, even when it is an arctic 40 degrees!
So now you know.
But if you would like a place to start, why not start with these frank observations:
Today, I Made My Mommy Cry…
Mommy, I Love You
Who’s Your Sweetie
I Wonder Why
Advice to My Younger Self
Memorial Day: It Is a Sad Day
Three pretty Ways to Say No
Slingbacks, a Saleslady, and an Epiphany
Beautiful, Successful, Rich, Undressed
So “Connected,” So Alone
Remembrance: Deep, Meaningful, True
Are You Profoundly Absurd?!
The Obama Years: It Was Camelot
Postscript: Thank you mum and David. You show up faithfully for a few minutes every Monday without fail to read my thoughts and leave comments–and it means everything!