You know that feeling when you get home from a long trip? No more hotels, no more suitcases, no more security lines. With the journey behind you, you can finally relax in the comfort of home sweet home. You shower off the virus-filled recycled air and coach-class pretzel smell and put on your softest cotton pajamas. The ones you thought you had brought on your trip, but forgot. As you crawl into your cozy bed— the one that is like no other, because it is imprinted with the unique shape of you and your loved one— you spot something new, something you’ve never seen before, sitting on the vanity. It is small and white, cube-shaped… and as you move closer… its identity becomes clear. It is a die. But instead of the usual dots, it is covered in red hearts and instructions on how to pleasure someone. It is a sex toy. But it is not YOUR sex toy.
Do you know that feeling?
It’s a strange combination of shock, confusion, violation, and holy-crap-I-can’t-wait-to-write-about-this. Continue Reading…
Shortly after moving in to our house, Katherine Brophy, The Feng Shui Detective came for a home visit. Following much measurement and calculation, she wrote up our personal charts and gave us a detailed report on which elements were needed around the house to benefit each member of our family. Turns out Pearl needs wood element in her room- represented by blue and green.
And so the road to Oz began.
The Fourth of July is a big deal here. Like many neighborhoods across America, there’s a big parade and big barbecues and big fireworks. And in our neighborhood, the whole thing starts with a big race.
It’s a remarkable moment where it seems the entire community comes together in a Coca-Cola commercial kind of way, but the truth is, the whole day is a grind. I mean, the prepping of snacks and slathering of sunscreen, the dragging of children to and fro, dealing with lines and crowds and heat and ugh, port-o-potties…
My husband and I always end up having an argument on July Fourth.
Happy Fourth of July, Fellow Americans! Before you fire up those bottle rockets and roman candles, don’t forget to let the little ones in on the action.
These kid-friendly sparklers are super easy to make and little digits will remain attached to little hands.
When my cousin May (often referred to as ‘sister’) gave me a card during a recent visit to LA I had no idea what it could be for. I pulled it out of its envelope. SH*T JUST GOT REAL it read.
And on the interior: Will you be my bridesmaid? Continue Reading…
It’s Summer. How are you wearing your hair?
For Wordless Wednesday I’d like to share this photo from Pearl’s Kindergarten culmination. She moved so quickly that day I didn’t get a shot of her receiving her certificate. I was bummed.
But then I caught her blowing me a kiss.
I was dancing on a bar with my sister and her friends when I leaned down to speak to a St. Maarten local. “How do you say ‘bachelorette party’ in French?” I yelled. The DJ was blasting dance beats and the bartenders were doing body shots with customers. Waves crashed in the darkness behind us. The tall, Caribbean man turned to me, the whites of his eyes ominous in the moonlight.“L’enterrement de vie de jeune fille,” he said. I shuddered.
Funeral of the Life of the Young Maiden.
The red carpet is traditionally reserved for an elite set— famous people, rich people, people with unusually large… sponsors.
But our friends Elizabeth and Michael rolled out a different red carpet when they threw their daughter Ruby a Red Carpet Birthday Party. It was a celebration of childhood, individuality and friendship.