It's Day One of a three-day modeling job -- my first paid gig in over a year and a half. I'm working the floor of Harley Davidson's annual trade show, wearing clothes that won't even be in stores for an additional year. No one from the public is allowed in. We had to sign confidentiality… Continue reading Model Me
Firstly, an update on my brother, since it actually was getting under my skin that I never updated my blog about how everything was going (and it's a monstrous pet peeve of mine, when people are quick to communicate tragedy/bad news, but feel zero impetus to communicate the resolution): He's doing better. Surgery went well… Continue reading Updates, Steven Tyler, and Prana & Apana
It's getting so beautiful out, I said. There's too much technology and multitasking in your life, I said. Slow it down, I said. There's a nearly-never-used swingset in your backyard, I said. Life's too short not to enjoy the simple pleasures, I said. You'll enjoy your coffee more, I said. How peaceful it would be,… Continue reading Bad Decision
Blog, you know I love you, but I have something to admit: you're not the only one. I know, I know. It's probably hard to accept, but the signs were all there. If I were truly exclusive to you, I would've been spending way more time with you. Instead, I've been sporadic at best. I… Continue reading I be Buzzfeeding!
1. Why does the one meat item that would always stand between me and vegetarianism come from one of the smartest, sweetest creatures on the planet? I need to eat bacon that came purely from asshole pigs, if only to assuage my guilt. 2. "In a world of Kim Kardashians, be a Princess Diana." Where's the… Continue reading Insomnia Thoughts
So as the New Year's Resolution hooplah -- the creation of resolutions, the disdain for resolutions, the defense of resolutions, etc -- slowly starts to wind down, I have decided that, regardless as to where we land on the resolution spectrum, we all should Tim Gunn the year. ...Hear me out. Tim Gunn is the… Continue reading It’s Time to Tim Gunn the Year and Make It Work.
I don't look my age. It can create a few interesting situations -- from potential employers assuming I'm straight outta high school to Home Depot people thinking I'm shopping with my dad instead of, gee, my husband -- but I'm thankful for it. Not only do we live in a society that puts a heavy emphasis… Continue reading Don’t You Know How Old I Think I Am?
The story of D's Nuts first starts with the cupholder in my car. This cupholder holds my nuts. *dramatic pause* But seriously: my cupholder holds my nuts. Peanuts. I keep a bag of peanuts propped up in one of my cupholders for some intelligent snacking. It's there so I have something to tide me over, especially… Continue reading D’s Nuts
You know what can be incredibly relaxing? Savasana, aka that resting pose at the end of a yoga practice. You know what is never -- EVER -- relaxing? The Boston accent. Most of my family grew up in blue collar Medford, which produces one of the thickest accents you will ever hear. I grew up… Continue reading Wicked Good Yoga
I like my coffee like I like my men: caffeinated. I like my coffee like I like my men: French. Or Cuban. Or Colombian. Or Hazelnut... wait... I like my coffee like I like my men: in a way Europeans would frown upon. I like my coffee like I like my men: READILY AVAILABLE FIRST… Continue reading I Like My Coffee Like I Like My Men: Written About in a Blog Post