I never get invited to power lunches, despite the fact that I live in the city of power lunches (and breakfasts and dinners and happy hours). My normal lunch is a massive smoothie, and the only proof that the smoothie ever existed in the first place are the stains on my business casual outfits t-shirts. I don’t think any bills in DC are being signed because of a lobbyist covered in smoothie, but what do I know?
May 182011
I wear many hats.
None of which are fabulous as the hats worn during the Royal Wedding.
My hats are of the more mundane kind. My hats tend to describe what I do and not necessarily who am I. I’m a writer, a vegan, a friend, a wife (blech, even after 2 years I mildly hate that term!), a weirdo (see previous parentheses), a cook, a yogi, a pug mama, a California girl at heart, a Red Sox fan, a coffee lover, a book reader, a blog stalker, and an onion hater, just to name a few.
All of my hats can easily get tangled up, stacked one upon another. And it can be confusing, especially when you have to switch hats in the middle of the day and the new hat SO does not go with your outfit. Continue reading »






