A lounge-y Labor Day weekend with friends, a few tasty drinks, a little trashy reading and then blink – SUMMER. IS. OVER. September always has me considering my wardrobe. It makes sense – from a very young age, my sisters and I would dog-ear the pages of the Sears-Roebuck catalog...
I don’t know about you, but I have overindulged in food and drink this summer. And I’m not just referring to quantity – I turned into a nacho munching, french fry loving, vodka drinking fiend. That’s the only way to describe it. It’s time to stop. So this morning as...
It’s the fourth week of August and I’m feeling edgy – like I’m standing on that yellow line, the one that reminds you there isn’t much space between you and the fast-approaching train. Nothing in particular has happened – it’s sunny outside and I’m wearing flip-flops. Still, I’ve done two...
My 6 year old friend Schuyler tells it like it is – “Kurt is silly. You are serious.” This kind of bummed me out. Am I actually boring? But then a few months ago Schuyler asked her Mom if she could have a play date with me. I was relieved. ...
I HAVE BEEN perched in Anchorage, Alaska for the past month. I was born and raised here, which in the 60s and 70s had a Sears-Roebuck-hippie-chic vibe. And, it still does. Just sub-in Nordstrom and Xtratuf boots. Anchorage itself is a hodge-podge town where dramatic natural beauty collides with a...