Violoha = Violet + Aloha
Hi! Wait! Don’t leave. Much has happened, and I’m truly chagrined at the light...
Category Archives: boyfriend
Take Me Out to the … What Game? (Pt. 2 of 2)
It’s been a while since our baseball-playing, scrotum-draining, “Taps”-bugling childhoods, but a truism endures:...
My Troubled Relationship with Beyoncé
In October 2013, criticizing the music, appearance or uterine occupancy status of one Beyoncé...
Take Another Little Pizza My Heart
I am a kept woman, culinarily speaking. When my friend Su came to visit...
I Know Why The Animatronic Bird Sings
Have you bought yourself a Perfect Polly yet? No? A-parrot-ly, they “are so lifelike,...
Cut my Leg Into Pieces. This is my Last Razor.
As I determine a daily blog post schedule, I’ve been tracking readership patterns across...
Torrey Pines Story Times
This past weekend, Deepak and I rounded out our tour of California golf courses...
Hair Done, Nails Done, Everything Did … by Myself
This (middle) sister is doin’ it for herself. I’ve referenced in previous posts the...
Horse v. Hyundai: A Brief Account of my Hoopties
I drive a modest car. Actually, “modest” is a modest word for how understated...
17 Minutes on the 17-Mile Drive
Well, I’ve barely tucked into the content (recollections, rants and photos) from my Pebble...