Posts Tagged: beauty
beautiful things
(body talk #12) In this life, if we’re lucky, we get to know some bodies, by which I mean get close enough so that they leave a lasting imprint. I’m not talking about sex, although that may certainly be one
beautiful things
(body talk #12) In this life, if we’re lucky, we get to know some bodies, by which I mean get close enough so that they leave a lasting imprint. I’m not talking about sex, although that may certainly be one
An Aha (HahahaWaaah!) Moment
Recently, I have found myself doing something I have no word for. Maybe the word doesn’t exist or maybe I just don’t know it. Perhaps you could help me figure this out. Example #1: I’m at the park with
An Aha (HahahaWaaah!) Moment
Recently, I have found myself doing something I have no word for. Maybe the word doesn’t exist or maybe I just don’t know it. Perhaps you could help me figure this out. Example #1: I’m at the park with
ablutions
It’s early morning. A shapeless form lumbers along the sidewalk, dragging a loaded cart on tiny wheels. I sit sipping tea at the front window of a café on Shattuck Avenue, pretending to be busy my pile of papers and
ablutions
It’s early morning. A shapeless form lumbers along the sidewalk, dragging a loaded cart on tiny wheels. I sit sipping tea at the front window of a café on Shattuck Avenue, pretending to be busy my pile of papers and
picking cherries (Happy V Day)
It was a special occasion: the first Valentine’s Day since my second child’s birth and my husband wanted me to have a treat. “How about a spa day?” he said. “Don’t women like that sort of thing?” What the hell,
picking cherries (Happy V Day)
It was a special occasion: the first Valentine’s Day since my second child’s birth and my husband wanted me to have a treat. “How about a spa day?” he said. “Don’t women like that sort of thing?” What the hell,
Written All Over Your Face
Every time I read a book, I do it. I know I shouldn’t, but I do. I can usually only resist for a couple pages before I flip to the back to check out the picture of the author. That
Written All Over Your Face
Every time I read a book, I do it. I know I shouldn’t, but I do. I can usually only resist for a couple pages before I flip to the back to check out the picture of the author. That
picking cherries (in honor of v day)
(photo courtesy Sea Moon) It was a special occasion. It was the first Valentine’s Day since my second child’s birth and my husband wanted me to have a treat. “How about a facial,” he said—“my sister says they’re fun.” What
picking cherries (in honor of v day)
(photo courtesy Sea Moon) It was a special occasion. It was the first Valentine’s Day since my second child’s birth and my husband wanted me to have a treat. “How about a facial,” he said—“my sister says they’re fun.” What
girl in the hat 