the little housewife that could

A bitter-sweet Sunday for a proud COW

It’s another lovely, southern California Sunday, at home with my Lovey. Our last, for a while. Mos refuses to acknowledge Father’s Day, and merely growls at The Commander when he attempts to snuggle him. He’s kind of  a shit like that. The Commander is a little behind schedule with breakfast; he’s always in charge of […]

O, The Places We’ll Go…

The Commander and I just came back from an epic, much-needed adventure in Utah. It was our first break together in nearly two years. We’ve had a few long weekends here and there, but not a proper getaway where “Vacation Commander” could come out. I’ve missed Vacation Commander. He’s a riot, and I haven’t seen […]

You have a choice

I’ve been thinking about Mother’s Day for the past week, or, more specifically, the blog posts about hating it. I don’t understand.  Seriously, of all the Hallmark Holidays to hate, why would you hate  Mother’s Day? “… Mother’s Day celebrates a huge lie about the value of women: that mothers are superior beings, that they […]

There is beauty in the broken

I almost titled this post “I blame my mother”, but then thought better of it. I’m a collector, I always have been; I get it from my parents. Last year, I took a trip to the Lelanau Peninsula with my mom, aunties, and cousins. One day we took a walk on lake Michigan, and in […]

It’s not defeat, it’s just good sense.

Sometimes, I’m a little slow to accept things. Sometimes, I need a smack in the head. Literally. Many months back, I told myself that I was good with an easier pace of exercise. Yoga and longs walks on the beach are a far cry from my history of karate, Krav Maga, and MMA. I love […]

It’s A Mosiversary

He was advertised as a Shi-Zu, but he’s actually a Lhasa Apso. When I met him, Mos was malnourished, had a skin condition, a hernia, and was (and still is, apparently), allergic to life. Nevertheless, it was love at first sight. He was rescued from the streets of one of the Carolinas. His long hair […]

Tying up loose ends… Or, really, just one loose end.

For a few weeks there, all of my creative energy was being poured into all things “Wilbur”.  Blankets, booties, sweaters… But with the abrupt ending of my pregnancy came the immediate need to put away all things “Wilbur”, finished or not. I refocused my energies on a half-finished project from my pre-Wilbur days. A few […]