Even before the confetti was swept up from Time’s Square, there were signs that the misfortune of 2014 would be sticking around for a while. Black ice and car crashes. Hungry cats and fur ball treats…with laxative effects. No New Year Kiss. So I went to yoga, trying to start the year off right, look or at least trying to retain bladder […]
The Year of Mamahuhu
National Eat Ice Cream in Bed Day
That day was anything but a bowl full of cherries. The door to my sister’s loft opened, a frosty version of my husband appeared. Ice crystals were stuck to his scruffy beard and eye lashes. “Here,” he passed me a box and gave me a peck on the cheek. “It’s for your mother.” I opened the cardboard box and peered inside. […]