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 at a nonprofit and is just about finished writing her first novel.
I wanted to call him Hugo, but Jack and Jackson are calling him Dick. So meet Richard Hugo, aka Professor Hugo, poet laureate of the Pacific Northwest, editor of the Yale Younger Poets Series, and purring machine.
We have effectively doubled the car population in our house. No name yet, taking suggestions! The rescue place named him Rhett , because he's such a good poker player.
Waiting for the big humans to drop off the little humans. #gooddog
85 days until Christmas!
I live in a town that has spider season, in case you're wondering why I won't be leaving the house for the next six weeks.
Just made my first boeuf bourguignon. Hope it doesn't suck.
One day 20 summers ago, this guy Jack I was dating made me green-lipped mussels vinaigrette and that's when I knew this was serious.
One second of every day of August.
Me and my goggle dog are taking over.
I feel like Cormac McCarthy is writing the weather. #reyfire
This is ridiculous. #reyfire #nofilter
TFW the hills behind your house are on fire. Just kidding! I have no feelings, I'm numb with fear.
My husband is easy to shop for. #lakers
Not going to google "breast cancer hubcap," just assuming that's what this is.
Every day when I walk past these I think, "And that's where they got the idea for Sideshow Bob."
Useless as an editor today, but her napping form is world class.
Finding wholesome ways to fill those last days before school starts.
"What can you Photoshop into our marketing materials to make it look like we're both in Gryffindor?"
Oh, you want to know where the super secret $3 Frette robe thrift shop goldmine is? You have to earn that knowledge, son.
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.