Jaclyn
@righthillgirl
Reader, writer (on my best days), politically homeless. I haven’t been everywhere, but it’s on my list.
I went on a self-guided “tea crawl” through London today, and it was everything I dreamed it could be.
Triple layer sour cream chocolate cake with peanut butter cream cheese frosting and a chocolate peanut butter ganache. Happy Fathers’ Day!
What is this, the eighth time he’s threatened to bomb Iran bigger and harder than before? I’ve lost count.
I just watched a documentary about a woman who called herself “Mother God,” and one of her cult members explained that to the untrained eye she might appear to be sleeping at times, but she was actually having “aetheric meetings.”
It’s been 22 years since we last saw Phantom. Saw it last night in Denver. Such a timeless show!
POV: It’s a Saturday afternoon at home but your husband is in a groundbreaking Alzheimer’s trial and the world needs to hear about it.
Bookmarking this to quote word for word on a happy day in the future, with just a name substitution.
This seems meaningful to me because it has happened during America’s 250th. Something about a melting pot? I’m half a martini in and I’m a lightweight. Help me out. What do I mean?