There are no rules. Everything is on the table. Everything is up for grabs.
When I was a girl, I used to collect bunches of dandelions. It didn’t matter to me that everyone else was trying to get rid of them--out, out, damned weed!--I thought they were pretty. Together, they looked like a fist full of sunshine. More than just a schoolgirl fancy though, I was convinced that a... Continue Reading →
I am not a natural optimist. Realist bordering on pessimist perhaps, glass half empty--but because I drank it. But definitely not an optimist. There is no sunshine in my Suzy. There is no Anna in my Polly. On the other hand, there's no rain on my parade either. But there are definitely clouds. Sometimes wind.... Continue Reading →
Half-Dressed Hilda If a mullet is business in the front, party in the back, Hilda is the work-from-home equivalent. From the neck up it's pearls, makeup and softly styled hair, but below that beaded necklace? Hilda is a hot, sloppy, gloriously comfortable mess. She hasn't worn a bra for weeks. She can't remember the last... Continue Reading →