I fucking forget.
Forgetting house keys, fine. Forgetting words? Fuck me.
A Crash Course in Luggage
I own some magical pieces that are that perfect combination of being a) timeless, b) sturdy, c) practical, d) design-y and e) cool as fuck.... Read More
My Easter Keister
I haven’t made a peep in well over a year. Half-way through a long piece explaining why (Trump? Pristiq? Shin Splints? Overall malaise? Etc.), I... Read More
SUPERMARKET SWEEP Away the Bad
To my friends who will forever regret asking the innocent and automatic “how are you”, to which I reply with a crying Bitmoji (if you’re... Read More
Tennis is Better than Prozac
Last month, on Thanksgiving Eve, I get this text from my friend Nancy: “Happy Thanksgiving Tangin!! (my tennis nickname due to my tan). Are you... Read More
Has Trump Pushed Me to Fleece?
Jesus fucking Christ. Another week, another batch of asinine and dangerous moves by Trump. Because I work from home, I have a hard time tuning... Read More
Am I Sponge-Worthy?
A few nights ago, my x-cat Sponge died and joined his brother Gary up in cat heaven. I posted about Gary and his brother Sponge here,... Read More
Medicine for a Shitty Year: Baroness Von Sketch
I’ve been in a shitty mood. I think we all have. The world is falling apart. I am falling apart. Don’t even get my started... Read More
Photo bombing Check Please! Bay Area
For people in my age-range, local television has always been a guilty pleasure, something to watch and potentially “star” in too. If we didn’t star,... Read More
Lowering the Bar on Corporate Casual
What did you wear to the meeting? I received this question while scrunched sideways in the backseat of a Mini Cooper, on my way home... Read More
Shop Nordstrom and Stop Trump
My two obsessions, fashion and politics, have collided spectacularly this week and I’m downright giddy. The #grabyourwallet boycott of brands and products that endorse and/or enrich... Read More
