Weather-Bitch Syndrome 2020 Sweeps the Eastern United States.

I was raised in Southern Cal and have lived in Colombia, New Mexico, New York, New Mexico, then California, then Spain, then California again and now the suburbs of New York. I don’t recall anyone ever complaining about weather in Southern California. If it rained, people got into plenty of car accidents, but also celebrated the ability to don a cute rain boot or a fun umbrella. When it sleeted or hailed, we danced like princess Poppy. Perhaps because it seldom rained and it was seldom cold that people never consulted the weather. (I know I know, it rained like [...]

By |2020-05-18T12:40:02-04:00May 18th, 2020|

FUCK LinkedIn

Where do creative folks with non-traditional careers and backgrounds go to network?

By |2020-05-18T14:06:29-04:00May 13th, 2020|

Micro-Dosing Mommy During Covid-19

Before you finish painting your picture of who has written this... pause. My parents weren’t hippies, and I am not a Dead fan (because marrying one, does not make you one). Jam bands are not contagious. I didn’t try any kind of marijuana until I moved to San Francisco in 2006. I may have taken a half of a puff of a joint and coughed up a portion of lung on a few occasions in my 20’s in Southern California, but I never really experienced being high until I met my husband in my mid 30’s in San Francisco. I [...]

By |2020-05-04T10:15:33-04:00April 30th, 2020|