#bestdayever (on ‘Bout Time)

I hope everyone had a relaxing and memorable Father’s Day. I tried to relieve Zeke of some of the cooking duties, so had pre-seasoned the filet and T-Bone steaks the night before with Ina’s Spicy Coffee Rub. The longer they stay in the rub, the tastier they are. I made Green Goddess Twice-Baked Potato earlierContinue reading “#bestdayever (on ‘Bout Time)”

Santa Baby, please end 2020*!

I had my last tennis match of the Fall season Monday morning. It was hard to focus, because all I could think about was Courtney and my son Chris and the impending birth of their son Liam. He came that night, rosy and pink, but there were problems with his blood sugar, so they hadContinue reading “Santa Baby, please end 2020*!”

‘Bout Time!

We are officially “Empty Nesters.” When I started dating my husband Zeke, a widower with three little girls, I asked him “Why did you wait so long to have kids?” Emma, Rachel and Lauren were 4, 5 and 8 years old when I met him and he was 41. My kids- Brad, A.J. and ChrisContinue reading “‘Bout Time!”

Once in a Lifetime

“Letting the days go by…” Talking Heads Last week was a week that felt surprisingly normal to me. I looked at my calendar and instead of the normal blank white space of these three last months, I had meetings, parties, a massage and babysitting penciled in. I had my Book Club over for our meeting/dinnerContinue reading “Once in a Lifetime”

Fear and Loathing in Miami

I woke up with a slight headache and sore throat the other day. My first thought was “What if it’s…?” YOU KNOW WHAT, as I reviewed the risks I’d taken the week before. Because, I more than dipped a little toe in last week; I went to three restaurants and had my hair blow driedContinue reading “Fear and Loathing in Miami”

Double Bubble, No Toil & Trouble

“Well hello, fellow hunker downers, welcome to day one million of the quarantine” said the hysterical Leslie Jordan in his Southern twang, at thelesliejordan on Instagram. According to studies, the concept of time has changed with the quarantine. I saw a cartoon that showed March stretching endlessly, April about normal and May a blip. IContinue reading “Double Bubble, No Toil & Trouble”

When it Rains, It Pours

It started with my car. After driving home from the Keys in the rain, my bags in the trunk felt a bit damp. As I opened up the trunk to see what was going on, I was greeted with a good inch of water inside. I pulled out tons of ruined Bed, Bath and BeyondContinue reading “When it Rains, It Pours”

Of Masks and Men

Fashion Statements I asked my friend Martha, who is a social Cuban butterfly, how she was holding up in the pandemic. “Oh, I change from one mumu to another every day,” she said. She really misses having dinner parties, socializing, going shopping and out to lunch. Martha is kind of famous for her mumus, whichContinue reading “Of Masks and Men”