My birthday dinner at Fig was meh (loud, dark, felt like I was eating in a bar, although the food was solid). This is my experience at the vast majority of restaurants, regardless of how much I pay or how well reviewed it is. Even if the food is obviously of good quality, I leave […]Read Post ›
Oh Christ, it’s my birthday. I don’t know why I’m saying it like that. I don’t really care that it’s my birthday and at the same time, I’m secretly hoping (and kind of expecting) that some secret birthday elves will play with my kid all day so I can take long baths and shop for […]Read Post ›
It used to be easier. When I was working one full day out of the house, and I had my writing work to do from home, Ian had one full day away from me, and then 1/2 day later in the week so I could catch up on writing. I’m between cheffing clients right now, […]Read Post ›
Ian digging on Ian. And not listening to his mother. This is a long one, and posted mostly for the grandparents, but feel free to watch if you have five minutes to kill. I won’t mind.
I’m vacation sick. Usually I’m anxious, and a bit relieved, to come home. But I am physically sad about not being in Pismo. We talked the whole week about living there (we do this at almost every place we visit that’s not LA) and of course the question of how we make our livings is […]Read Post ›
