Like the rest of the world I have been in the dream state that is holiday/family mode. Mine was par­tic­u­larly lovely and par­tic­u­larly long, but I am back and ready to party. Truth­fully, the par­ty­ing is a lit­tle sub­dued since I’ve come down with a very annoy­ing cold, but I’ve used it as an excuse to […]

I had big plans of blog­ging from the road, snap­ping trip phở­tos and writ­ing lengthy reviews of every­thing we’ve seen and eaten. How­ever, both of our phones started dying what “True Blood” would call the True Death, and ser­vice has been spotty through­out the South and South­west, and despite the cozy bed for Harry in […]

Let’s be hon­est: this has been a long time com­ing. We’ve always wanted dif­fer­ent things from each other. To say “it’s not you, it’s me” would be a lie. Because, well, it is you. We’re just not com­pat­i­ble. I don’t think we should remain friends—it would be too hard. In fact, I’d like to never […]

Remem­ber Stiltsville? Author Susanna Daniel kindly left a com­ment on that post, and agreed to answer a few ques­tions about Stiltsville, her first novel, and Stiltsville, the place. What was Stiltsville like when you went there grow­ing up? I think that even for those of us who spent a lot of time at Stiltsville, there was always […]

My BFF came into town last Thurs­day to attend a wed­ding (and take me as her date). Sat­ur­day after­noon we checked into the wed­ding hotel and had a few hours to kill before we needed to get ready. I sat by the pool with gos­sip mags, she went to the ocean. I said some­thing I […]

Last year, Mr. TRF sur­prised me with Miami Heat tick­ets. I hadn’t been to a pro­fes­sional bas­ket­ball game since Kansas City still had the Kings. That was a mil­lion years ago. Lit­er­ally. Heat games are an excel­lent time. So now I must decide: wait for a LeBron jer­sey or stick with Wade? An aside: I wanted […]

I get around. To other blogs, that is. See what I had to say about my (very fic­tional) home at the (very awe­some) Sketch 42 today. Or don’t. Whatev.

Until I see this for myself. I have, let’s say, an unhealthy inter­est in Celine Dion (and her creepy hus­band, and her ginormo house). Mostly the house. OK, hon­estly? And the hus­band. I had sort of for­got­ten about the Mai­son That Ter­ri­ble Songs Built until Ele­ments of Style posted more pics. I’m spar­ing you the water […]

As per Sharon’s request, I present a photo of Harry. We are all home sick today with sore throats, and Harry is respond­ing in kind with a par­tic­u­larly lethar­gic vibe. Aster­isk to pro­vide Harry with pri­vacy, and to spare your eyes the sight of dog ween.

Not to dwell on it, but spring wasn’t so hot Chez RF. A flurry of (over)indulging, a lot of should-we-or-shouldn’t-we’s and an assorted pack­age of other bum­mers make this June feel like we’re recov­er­ing from a hang­over. A hang­over that we’re expe­ri­enc­ing in a sauna. A sauna with hur­ri­canes. As much as it pains my […]