A Use Case And Review For Jones Road Miracle Balm, Or, Saturday Morning at 9:08am
Older women. We consider time! We come to terms with our face in the mirror! We paint it! In the comments to the post about
Older women. We consider time! We come to terms with our face in the mirror! We paint it! In the comments to the post about
One morning this week, it might have been Wednesday at 10:30, or maybe 10:37, I closed my computer, took it off my lap, lay it
In 2015, 2017 (which for some reason I can’t remember I didn’t recap here), and 2018, my husband, my kids spent a few nights at
May I present dressing for for dinner last Sunday night. (Also a background photoshopped to remove mess. You’re welcome.) I wore the never-fail Dries van
I have ignored eyebrows for decades. “Face-framing,” I’d say, “What the heck, what do we need to frame, per se?” Made it through the 90s
Happy Lunar New Year! Specifically, Happy Lunar New Year in Mandarin! On top of wishing you well, I wanted to ask, how do you
I was going to write about wisdom. Then hoses of our newly-installed washing machine started to drip water and that was a whole drama. Resolved
This past week I drove to Marin County for lunch with a writer I’d met on a fiction course. It was so fun. I just
Do you separate your life into “eras?” I know Taylor Swift believes, but how about we the somewhat-less-famous? Maybe because 67 is a lot of
There’s a concept, in fiction, of “writing yourself into the story.” Doesn’t mean writing about yourself per se, more like writing a bunch of detail
It’s winter in California. There’s frost on my neighbor’s roof most mornings and the leaves have fallen from our alder, leaving only spring green catkins.
Yesterday I had the great pleasure of lunching in San Francisco with a blogger friend and her husband. Tablecloths! Halibut! Consequently I had to doff
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