A gift guide that somehow ends up being about the obvious benefits of consensual homosexual polygamy.
My child is at school which means she is not attached to my body which means I can take a moment to entertain myself.
Gifts with a little more warmth than anything plastic or sporting a screen.
My family’s loyalties are serious, as is the magnificent spread they cook for Thanksgiving. Not going to risk missing out.
I know I said I would never run again, but have I mentioned that I’m fascinated by pain?
Inspired by a nail color that I now want to climb into like a blanket and wrap around my body.
Hear this post in your head as if I am reading it out loud while smacking my gum.
Changing it up this season and embracing my inner hen.
A simple, elegant touch to any outfit, and yes, that includes yoga pants and a tank top.
Normally I’m all BAH HUMBUG this time of year, but Marlo’s enthusiasm is just a tiny bit contagious.