The pins I stick in a map of where I have traveled are starting to look like a severe case of acne.
It is yet again that time of year, I just realized. Which could explain why I feel like I just guzzled a pitcher of fire.
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.
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…”
“I know that I belong to a small, eclectic community of men and women where status is calibrated precisely as a function of one’s ability to endure.”
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.