SPRING FORWARD — recording in Provence

Groundhog Day came and went, and I’m just now poking my head out of the thawing earth with the crocuses, after a long hibernation from the public eye. I spent this last bit of… Continue reading →

cozify

I’m dragging my feet, 2014 [which is a majorly spacey number, by the way…do you feel like a Jetson every time you type it out too?]. I wasn’t quite ready for you, wasn’t… Continue reading →

go shawty

There was a golden birthday. The birthday girl stomped home in a cloud of ill humour after picking a dumb fight with someone she adores. Then she tripped straight into a lair of all… Continue reading →

she’s here

Autumn took one look at me, stuck knee-deep in the writer’s block bog, and pursed her lips. Then she decided to forego the usual Victorian niceties and announce her own arrival. All I… Continue reading →

hangover tisane

Work hard. Play hard. Both of which I did last week. Very, VERY enthusiastically. Here’s a little remedy I drink when I feel under the weather, worked to the bone, or when I’ve… Continue reading →

follow this formula

A good lie in.  A lazy cuppa obtained from your favorite bearded coffee purveyor. Now lace up your boots and ramble into the countryside. Do stop for a slice of lemon meringue pie… Continue reading →

polenta plum cake

I’m not a big fan of flashy. I don’t know how to do blingy. But I can do humble pie. And I can DEFINITELY do humble cake.  This is the cake equivalent of… Continue reading →

potpourri (autopilot) muesli

Last week I was shuffling through the natural foods store in a post-work coma when something odd happened. I watched bemused as my hands grabbed seeds and nuts and dried fruit off the shop… Continue reading →

how to staycation Amsterdam-style

We had been lusting after a getaway for a year, paging squinty-eyed through our agendas waiting for a weekend to magically open up. When time and space suddenly shifted to uncover three days off… Continue reading →

there and back again

I’m back from Java and Bali, but not really. There were too many moments where I scrunched my eyes shut to etch the beauty like a lithograph into memory. I’m closing my eyes… Continue reading →