A former college-radio DJ, Mrs. Kennedy has driven cross-country six times in a 1973 Volkswagen Bug and enjoys standing on her head.
Currently she works a straight job and is just about finished writing her first novel.
Honestly, writing with a record playing is better than a pomodoro timer, every 20 minutes you have to get up, stretch, and flip it over. #amwriting #willfinish #sweartogod #evenifthewholeworldisonfire
Voluntary evacuation zone is now four blocks away, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Giving out N95 masks at the central library until 5:00 today, limit two per person, sizes small and large. #santabarbara #thomasfire
Did not get a lot of sleep last night.
Richard looks like he’s being birthed out of a giant sea urchin.
Pets and selfies: your preferences have been noted. #topnine
Ash on my windshield. It’s gross to breathe here, honestly. #santabarbara #thomasfire
Yes, William, we’re going home soon.
So glad Richard is here to teach me the true purpose of a Christmas tree skirt.
My new avatar for everything.
It is a truth universally acknowledged that an empty laundry basket must be in want of a cat.
Coping with a Thanksgiving heat wave.
I see a white light...at the end of a long tunnel...
I walk the dog at the beginning of the day, I walk the dog at the end of the day.
Good morning from Shoreline Park.
One of the nicest parts of my job is the leeway they give me to make things like this thank you card for our recent Halloween-themed fundraiser.
Jackson bought this homage to Ricky Bobby in a thrift store and I shape-shifted it into a pillow, just like Jesus wanted.
Its an all-80s weekend in my sewing room.
Rainy day cuddle.
It got cold all of a sudden.
I made a pillow fort.
Peewee is eight today! ❤️🍰❤️🍰❤️
Happy 8th birthday, Peewee! All the hugs belong to you today. ❤️😍❤️🍰❤️
Peewee doesn't understand why someone would gently sprinkle confetti all over his head. #fiesta #santabarbara
Feeling a little fragile today, Dr. Russell took 3.2 liters of fluid out of Peewee's abdomen this morning. His heart's gotten weaker but he's still a good boy. Thinking good thoughts as he rounds the corner towards his eighth birthday!
Not happy about this new "kibble only" situation.
I'm hiding from the sun!
It's important to groom your balls.
Mom why is he sitting on me.
The first thing I like to do in the morning is go back to bed.