If you can’t say, “Hairy vaginas,” well then fuck ‘em.
Touching base as I recover from one of the worse cases of jet lag I’ve ever experienced.
Having a rare Hansel and Gretel moment when I could have one every day if I’d just make the damn time.
What I hope will become an annual trek to the Northwoods of Wisconsin.
So far Leta has caught four fish, and Marlo has almost dumped the bait into the lake twice that number.
“Stilettos and broken bottles, I’m spinning around in circles…”
To gluten or not to gluten while eating on a pier at the beach.
Another zen moment to remember on mornings like these when dragging two girls out of bed who do NOT want to go back to school.
One way in which I catalog my travels.
Watching out for sea urchins.