The Golden Hour

The ‘golden hour’ is a term used for the all-important 60 minutes after a traumatic injury when aggressive, medical intervention has the greatest potential to save a human life. What I didn’t know was that the golden hour also refers to the hour after sunrise and the hour before sunset when photographers get their best…

RELAX!

This week saw the launch of phase 12 (?) of my never-ending, multi-closet organizational project. Like bunnies popping from a magician’s hat, the stuff (junk) I find seems to keep multiplying..it’s the oddest thing!! During this most recent sweep I did however stumble upon some interesting stuff including a long lost recipe for the best…

Your health- Guarding the front door.

So there I was, lying on the exam table, staring at the ceiling making small talk with the ultrasound tech who was waving her magic wand all around my jellied-belly. I had been bent over with a bad stomach ache for days and my doc wanted to rule out gallstones.  The good news was that…

The long and winding road to success!

Last night was a long time coming. Daisy, our 2 year old Havanese finally took, AND PASSED, her Canine Good Citizen test at the local Humane Society.  The test was administered outside, socially distanced from a Rottweiler, a Pomeranian and two adorable Frenchies. It was stinkin’ hot, even by Florida standards, but at least the…

“I don’t wanna grow up..”

WARNING- THIS POST IS FULL OF GENERATIONAL GENERALIZATIONS. Last night I saw an ad on TV for Botox.  The (mostly) women featured in the spot looked like they were barely 30 years old. According to the American Society of Plastic Surgeons, botulinum toxin procedures have increased 28 percent since 2010 amongst 20 to 29-year-olds. Don’t…

To bake or not to bake..that is the question.

So I was casually scrolling around online the other day, marveling (as I always do) at photos of amazing food.. sky high cakes, Picasso-level cheese platters, Nutella mousse…(!!) bodacious burgers dripping with melted cheese, colorful cocktails with spirals of fruit peels pirouetting inside.. and I thought to myself: “Self?  You know what stinks is the…