When I think of summer I think of riding my bike in flip flops, or maybe bare feet. Summer is when my skin turns brown; the hair on my arms golden, barely there. It’s the season of no comb. Summer is the sound of…
I’m basically sucking at writing here twice a week so thought I’d check in and update. Chris and I are on Kauai. All we’re doing is flopping down on the beach, snorkeling (him), stuffing our pie holes with chocolate covered macadamia nuts (me), and…
Chris hates Instagram. I mean hates it with the fire of a thousand dragons. He puts up with it for me. After my stroke I became really particular about having pictures; pictures of the day-to-day, the mundane, the yes I do need another one of me and the cats.…
If you want to depress yourself, try on a bathing suit. If you really want to depress yourself, try on a bathing suit after 40. For as long as I can remember, as soon as spring hit I went into summer bikini mode. Lunging…