Can you see this OK? I simply must take fashion photography to better capture the kick assedness of my thrift store finds. But meanwhile, let me break it down for you: we’ve got one 100% silk, Banana Republic, peacock green, visually arresting top, paired with dress khakis sporting cream, black and tan pinstripes, topped…Continue Reading
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Goodwill Hunting
Can I just tell you how many kick ass things I’ve found here? A brand new Lilly Pulitzer jacket for my one-year-old ($2), Gymboree dresses ($3.99), Banana Republic totally awesome jacket ($8.99), the best purse in the universe ($9.99). And more! Usually, I don’t buy unless the item is new or drycleaned (and…Continue Reading
5 Ways I Encourage Creativity in My Kids
Creativity is a value in my home. I foster, nurture, and develop the creative urge in my children every day (quite possibly to ward off any chance that they will languish uncreatively in soulless jobs as I many people I know have done.) I firmly believe that we are all creative. I also believe…Continue Reading
Sunday’s Playlist
If my emotions were mapped today, this would be the topography. Darlin’ Do Not Fear/Brett Dennen Circle/Edie Brickell & The New Bohemians Kindly Unspoken/Kate Voegele In My Own Mind/Lyle Lovett Myriad Harbour/The New Pornographers Wraith Pinned to the Mist and Other Games/Of Montreal Diamonds On the Soles of Her Shoes/Paul Simon Silver Lining/Rilo Kiley…Continue Reading
Plumbing
electric fingers, worn by silver move me forward, will I hear a whisper spent as light in near dawn, spirals she limps, then settles sits in blonde wood acclimated to cold peeks through the porthole, spider glass pipes of light I would collect and – forget, unbidden in deep pockets padded,…Continue Reading
People Peek: Angel Among Us
This is “Angel.” He’s 55 years old. Or, 85. He wanted me to guess. Throughout his adult life, which either measured about 30 years, or 60, (I’m still deciding), Angel was an insulation contractor, a cleaning business owner. a Hollywood actor, songwriter, entertainment agency CEO. and…whew! isn’t that enough? Now, Angel works for…Continue Reading
Activists, Or…?
I love the affection on Ray’s face here. This is Ray (left) and Bill. I’ve seen them at my local coffee house going on two years now. Usually, they’re holding court at a table filled with other intelligent-looking, newspaper-reading, energetically-discussing locals. In my mind, I imagined Ray, Bill and their friends to be local…Continue Reading
Park and Slide
Every Friday, I join my Moms’ Meetup group at Point Loma’s Liberty Station park. This is a new and well-kept park tucked behind a large grassy area, and south of the bay (although it could be north, east or west? I’m horrible at directions, I just like how it sounds when I pretend to know).…Continue Reading
Thank You, God
As I was finishing up the last post, Alexa came up to me. “I’m stunked,” she said. Thinking she meant “stumped,” I corrected her. “No, stunked,” she insisted. “It’s a Spanish word I made up for tired.” That kid’s perfect.
Thursday’s Test
Sunlight makes it through the thickest of branches. Thursday didn’t come easy. Alexa’s down with a sinus infection and the rest of us are battling runny noses and general crankiness. And here I am: squirreled away in a dark corner of the kitchen to write a few lines. I started a poem, but thought:…Continue Reading
CORE
CORE When I walk here I feel OK Though ragged feet and bruised arms walk with me Yeah you know I feel OK Because I’m you without the evidence No. Mosaic alley with its tattoos and broken melodies is siren song If we met face to face dungarees and…Continue Reading
Hair Cut Short, The Prequel
Me now. But also then. Except for the crow’s feet and the nasolabial folds. Also? My laser eye vision wasn’t fully developed. I have another blog. I’ve had it since June, 2001. I will not name it, because San Diego Momma is my new leaf. And I want to leave old stones unturned. (I…Continue Reading
