Coming to a Zoom near you. . .

Not surprisingly, I have a collection of nightgowns and slips to wear to bed that rivals most boudoir collections.

When I went to Sweden, the Swede provided me with a modesty robe to wear over my nightgown so that I wouldn’t surprise his teenage daughter in the hallway wearing a nightgown with a plunging neckline.

They’re all pretty sexy but as I get older (and since I’m living in loungewear due to covid-19), I am realizing that I need more subdued nightwear that can transition to day wear – at least in my house.

I went online and bought three nightgowns I thought would fit the bill:

A galaxy nightgown, a rabbit nightgown, and a cactus nightgown.

A lot of people think I must sleep in the nude.

I’m here to tell you I do not.

When you have a house filled with people, you never know who is going to walk in and need to talk.

All the nightgowns have arrived and I’ve tried them on and I must say, I think I’ve done pretty good for myself.

So good in fact, that my mom has declared that I could wear these nightgowns out of the house and on the street.

I wouldn’t go that far, but at least it’s something I can wear around the house and feel comfortable in.

Now debuting in a Zoom near you. . .

Big girl, you are beautiful

When you’re programmed to believe from a young age that your body shape is wrong and needs to be fixed, it’s hard to combat decades of self-doubt.

I challenge my years of learned self-doubt by filling my Instagram stream with plus size models.

Size 12, size 20, size 22+?

They’re all in there.

[Just as an aside, I also follow mainstream beauties like Swimsuit Illustrated, Kate Upton, and Heidi Klum.]

They’re all beautiful women showing off their womanly bodies which don’t adhere to mainstream body guidelines.

And of course, I found this little song which is a like an earworm, it just can’t be unheard once you hear it:

“Big girl, you are beautiful.”

Not a bad chorus to have bouncing around in your head.

Why just yesterday in a fit of body confidence I slipped into a new Little Black Dress and went out with my friend Big Joe to get beers in Campbell at Out Of The Barrel.

Heels, wrap, big hair, LBD – the whole shebang.

Let people look, I figured.

In the end, no one died because I felt good about my non-mainstream body shape.

Although it certainly does feel like the world is coming to an end when you’re in the middle of a pandemic AND firestorm.

The whole time I was singing in my head, “Big girl, you ARE beautiful!”

Cobra Kai

There’s something you should be watching on Netflix and I’m here to tell you about it.

For all you I-was-a-child-of-the-80s fans, there’s a newish show called Cobra Kai.

Not surprisingly, it’s about the Karate Kid, all grown up with a family and living in the same town as his karate nemesis – Johnny Lawrence from the Cobra Kai Dojo.

Johnny, a down-on-his-luck handyman of sorts decides to restart the Cobra Kai dojo and this is the story that unfolds.

It excites me to tell you that there are MANY of the original cast members including Ralph Macchio as Daniel LaRusso and William Zabka as Johnny.

Unlike the Karate Kid, instead of having characters be all good or all bad, this show delves into and develops characters based on the notion that people aren’t all black or white but shades of gray.

It’s kind of a thrill to watch William Zabka reprise his role as Johnny and struggle with being an absentee father to his son and training a dojo filled with misfits and outsiders.  And I really enjoy seeing Daniel LaRusso struggle with parenting his kids and running a successful auto dealership and dojo.

And of course, it’s GREAT to see the Karate Kid again, doing what he does best – kicking butts and looking cute.

But let’s be honest, William Zabka has Ralph Macchio beat when it comes to good looks and charm.

I’ve always been a sucker for blonds.

Whoever was sitting in a brainstorming session at Netflix and suggested that someone make a spin off show based on the Karate Kid was BRILLIANT and I’d like to offer him or her my most sincere thanks.

AND making the story be told as a narrative from Johnny’s point of view creates a lovely juxtaposition between the past and the present, as evidenced by historical scenes from the original 80s movies interspersed between the current storylines.

Let me tell you this. . .

When John Kreese, Johnny’s ORIGINAL Cobra Kai sensei reappears, played by the same actor, Martin Kove, I just about died of happiness.

I’m loving this resurgence of love for the 80s!

Next up?!

A sequel to The Goonies!

Please. . .


Photo: Jessica Christian

I live in Northern California.

Unsurprisingly, due to the fires burning near my home, things have been crazy around here lately, starting with the orange-ochre colored sky.

It looks like nighttime at ten in the morning.

I remember being in Sweden during winter in 2017 and seeing the sky go dark at 3 pm.

This reminds me a little of that except it’s creepy, like being stuck in a sepia toned picture.

Gone are the blue skies and fluffy clouds I’m so familiar with.

Instead there’s a red sun and ash falling from the sky.

It’s on my car.

On the pool cover.

Even on the canopy set up in the backyard.

It’s an eerie feeling, living in the dark during the daytime.

Barbara posted on Facebook that she had to drive to work with her headlights on AT NOON.

So I know that it’s more than just me feeling displaced and out-of-sorts.

My prayers go to those people who have lost loved ones and property to the fires.

Pray for California (and Oregon and Washington).

Matter of fact, pray for the world.

We need it.

Selling Malevolence

I started watching a show called “Selling Sunset” on Netflix.

It’s about a group of real estate agents working in LA who sell multi-million dollar mansions in very expensive and prestigious neighborhoods.

Naturally, everyone on the show looks like a supermodel and has a wardrobe to make Posh Spice jealous.

I’m not sure why I watched the show, other than to see the outrageous behavior that seems to be allowed in the workplace here. Behavior, which in my workplace would get me fired for being unprofessional and difficult to work with.

For as much as they profess to love each other, they also fight like cats and dogs, saying mean things behind each other’s backs.

Of course the gossipee hears about things that were said and confronts the gossiper.

Generally, there’s some level of bullying and abuse that takes place.

I’ve decided that there’s one person who I love.

Romain Bonnet.

He’s the model husband married to Mary Fitzgerald, who is actually fairly likeable herself.

Romain decided that one of the other agents was a “snake in the grass” and that every time there’s drama, she’s always involved in it.

Of course, it didn’t help that she made fun of his engagement ring to Mary.


Romain decided that he wouldn’t allow a snake to attend his wedding and by golly, he stuck with his decision.

Good for him.

A voice of reason amidst a sea of lunacy.

Tell me I’m not right.


Note:  If you haven’t seen Romain Bonnet, he’s worth googling.  Talk about scrum-dilly-icious!


I’m getting pierced today.

I’ll be getting a second set of piercings in my ears.

It’s something I’ve been wanting for a long time and since I’m in Reno (where I tend to get pierced and tattooed), I figured now is as good a time as any.

The BIG news isn’t my piercings, however.

No, my kid is getting her belly button pierced.

And I get to hold her hand while it happens.

Only one person is allowed in the room so I’m lucky to be included in the activity.

Basically, I’m there so that my kid can mangle my hand during the procedure.

She’s nervous, to say the least.

I think a belly button piercing will look splendid.

I’ll post the final results later.

Until then, happy new holes in my head!

Tall, dark and random

I’m in Reno, where every other man is in jeans and flannels, and facial hair comes standard on all the men.

I’m literally FLOATING in a sea of lumberjacks.

Well, color me happy!

But seriously, here every guy is an outdoorsman, drives a truck, and can operate heavy machinery.

I’ve been swiping on Tinder, just to get an idea of what’s out there in Reno.

Visually, I’m in my dating Mecca.

Substance-wise I’m in Death Valley.

Because there’s a whole lot of red hats here in Washoe County.

In fact, a Oldsmobile decked out in TRUMP swag was spotted in Virginia City today compete with blaring “Proud to be an American. . .” blaring over a loud speaker.

I’ve got to find me a LIBERAL lumberjack.

One who rescues homeless puppies and finds them homes.

The kind of man who works all day only to come home and braid his daughter’s hair for bed time.

I want a man who can shoe horn a 30 foot Winnebago into a 28 foot parking spot.

A man who has as many friends from his childhood as he does from his adult life because he makes friends every where he goes.

I want a man who can make other people laugh and who possesses a passionate soul.

I’m just looking for someone tall, dark and random.


I write about what I love.

What I feel passionate about.

My kids.

Burning Man.




Some people love when I write about them.

Others don’t want the exposure.

My response when people ask me not to blog about them is always to respect their boundaries.

Internally my response is different, however.

Internally, I’m hoping that they don’t do anything interesting or entertaining.

Because ultimately, I write about what is interesting (to me).

Thankfully, most of my friends are okay with being blogged.

Perhaps they understand better than most that if a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.

You live on forever in the words that captured your essence.

Personally, I’d love to fall for a writer.

I find writers to be some of the most romantic people out there in the world.

Because I express myself well through written words I pair up nicely with someone else who enjoys the written word.

It’s just that simple.

I’m dying to write about more people, including but not limited to a significant other.

There’s not much else I can be doing to meet someone during a pandemic, but I certainly can write about the friends I love and cherish.

When a writer writes about you, you live forever.


It’s not like I’m doing anything with my spare time.

I’ve certainly watched my fair share of movies and TV shows since sheltering in place began.

I really want to buy a Masterclass pass.

Masterclass, as in the app that connects interested students with experts in their field for a one time “course.”

Malcolm Gladwell teaching writing.

Judd Apatow teaching a comedy class.

Annie Leibovitz teaching photography.

It’s not like I’m going to become an expert in those fields, but it does occur to me that by signing up and taking these classes I could become a more well-rounded individual.

Perhaps even develop another hobby or two.

Because what we really need in the middle of a pandemic is a robust collection of hobbies to pass the time.

I’m so there.

Cards Against The Playa

Once upon a time, I stumbled across CardsAgainstThePlaya on the internet.

It’s an unofficial expansion pack for Cards Against Humanity called Cards Against The Playa.

As you might have guessed, it’s a theme pack for Burning Man.

More than anything, I want to make these cards and incorporate them into my CAH stash for playing games with my friends.

So that’s exactly what I did.

I popped on over to and I made up a 125 custom Burning Man deck of cards.

I can’t even begin to tell you how satisfied I am to have created this deck.

For around $30 a deck (including shipping) that ain’t bad!

I bought an extra one for Tejas because he helped me thinking up some of the white cards.

You know, designing your own deck of cards was a productive way to spend half a day.

I can’t wait to debut them in my CAH collection!