Friday, October 18, 2019

Air Mail 1944

This week my mom gave me a box of letters my grandfather sent to my grandmother when he was in the army, stationed in France during World War 2. He typed a few, but most were written in longhand and hard for my mom to decipher. One of my weird talents is my ability to decode handwriting in tough script. Now it's up to me to interpret what this young soldier was writing to his 20-year-old wife and the baby daughter he had yet to meet.

Thursday, October 17, 2019

Another Thing I Made

 A thing I made today.


These are the magazines at the doctor's office that I did not take it upon myself to straighten. It wasn't easy, folks.

Tuesday, October 15, 2019

The Place

My favorite vlogger, Kate Singh, asked a question during her latest post. She said and I'm paraphrasing, "Have you ever traveled somewhere that felt like you left part of you behind when you returned home?" When I heard this the place that immediately sprang to mind was Palmela, Portugal. My hometown, Aptos near Santa Cruz, California is a place I carry with me, but that's different.

Do you have a place?

The Bowl

They'd rather share, thanks.

Sunday, October 13, 2019

Smacksy Sunday Links

I love Mindy Kaling.

Ways to slow down in a fast paced world.

4 Bad reasons to keep clothes you don't wear.

All the snacks Bon App├ętit staffers keep at their desks.

This home on the Costa del Sol.

And wild mustangs.

Happy Sunday.

Smacksy Saturday Photo: Safe as Houses

Thank you for your concern for us during the Southern California fires. We are miles away from the worst of it and save for a little smoke, we are untouched and just worried about our So Cal neighbors who are riding out the firestorm.


This photo recently surfaced on Facebook from a 1981 production of Chicago I was in. (I'm the third showgirl from the left.) I don't remember much about the show other than I know that summer was a lot of fun. I'd never seen this photo before but seeing it, I felt that giant fan back in my hands. A long forgotten memory recovered - does that make it a new memory or a new-old memory? No matter. We razzle dazzled 'em.

Thursday, October 10, 2019


32 Years ago, I was given the gifts of hope and help, and for that I am forever grateful. I celebrate sobriety today, and every day, and i know in my bones this life would not be possible without it.

Wednesday, October 9, 2019


Yes, of course I squished his little face.

Tiny Vase

I wish for you, a friend who remembers you with gestures like a gift of this tiny vase. (It made my day, Emily.)


Our hotel in Chicago was just fine and then I noticed this photo hanging crooked in our room. If you know me, you know I immediately tried to level it. To my horror, I found that the photo was screwed into the wall in this off-kilter way and not moveable. Screwed into the wall, friends. Obviously, it made me a little itchy the whole trip. For future not-screwed-into-the-wall situations, I may start keeping my tiny level in my purse. Yes, I'm a little crazy, but haven't we established that already?

Friday, October 4, 2019

Waiting Room

Teddy and Levi are at an appointment. Just routine dog check-up type stuff. This part of the dining room is missing two big, furry pieces of furniture.

About Your Art

I've heard the idea art isn't just the rarified art of museums and opera houses, but everything you do, every choice you make, is your art. We can't opt out of our art or only have the big stuff count. It's your whole deal. Following are a few ideas for your art list.

The stuff held up by magnets on your refrigerator.
The magnets on your refrigerator.
The time you set on your wakeup alarm.
Your shampoo.
The stamps you pick out at the post office.
The charitable organizations where you volunteer time or money.
The style of your checks.
Whether or not you still have checks.
The way you speak to dogs.
The books on your shelf.
The books stacked next to your bed.
The meals you create.
The way you hug.
Your gym workout, or the couch on which you recline.
The flowers you pick out at Trader Joe's.
The thing you do when you first wake up.
The shows in your Netflix queue.
Do you call them sneakers or tennis shoes?
The way you order off a menu.
The songs you sing in the shower or in the car.
The way you speak to children.
Your guilty pleasures.
The way you sign your name.
The thing you use as a bookmark.
The way you shake hands.
What you do when someone sneezes.

You, in all your glory, are a work of art.

Wednesday, October 2, 2019

Be There in a Sec

These are the eyes that will stare at me, unblinking, until I fill the water bowl. Not creepy at all.