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Moonshine Monologue
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
Her First Photo Shoot
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
To the Village...
Thank you...for the 5pm sharp dinner deliveries, for quick response to the desparate calls of a new mom, for string cheese and apple chips, for slowing down the walking pace, for on-demand cleaning sprees, for clean cars and a tank full of gas, for every phone call and visit, and for every bit of the love you've shared.








Sunday, September 28, 2008
And then there were three...
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Self-Portrait
Kahlil Gibran as poet, painter, philosopher and theologian can be found in any one of his mulitple works...but the part of him that is brother, son, friend and foe is captured best in private letters compiled posthumus and bound together in a booked entiled "Self-Portrait". Letters, and sometimes even emails...no, really, even emails, can give a glimpse into the lives and hearts of others. Here's a little glimpse into mine.
This letter was written in response to an email sent by an old college roommate, who after finishing a graduate degree, moved to the San Francisco where she could revel in the freedoms of her 20-somethings.
hey lovely!
...maybe waiting to write back was not such a bad idea...makes receiving your email that much more of a pleasant surprise.
I'm glad you and your 20s have found a playground. SF is a great place to unleash some of your vibrant youth...and maybe even some of your 'real grown up' years. We've been thinking of relocating…starting fresh in a whole new place. And I’ve honestly explored my options in the bay area.
...BUT for now, Miguel and I are sitting still here in Santa Barbara. Marriage has proven to be much more than beautiful companionship. As it turns out, it's also a great launching pad towards parenthood. So alas, we've made our leap and I'm 8 and a half months pregnant!
Between lactation classes and tours of the local hospital’s maternity ward, I have found a new sense of adventure. I can’t say I don’t in some ways miss my days of casual dates, spontaneous travel, and blissful folic…but today adventure comes from the inside…literally.
Amelia Grace is due to make her arrival on October 5th, and we patiently wait for her smile, just as she’ll patiently wait to meet Auntie Stacey’s smile. Come see us soon!
In the meantime, enjoy another martini for my sake!
Cheers,
Luna
This letter was written in response to an email sent by an old college roommate, who after finishing a graduate degree, moved to the San Francisco where she could revel in the freedoms of her 20-somethings.
hey lovely!
...maybe waiting to write back was not such a bad idea...makes receiving your email that much more of a pleasant surprise.
I'm glad you and your 20s have found a playground. SF is a great place to unleash some of your vibrant youth...and maybe even some of your 'real grown up' years. We've been thinking of relocating…starting fresh in a whole new place. And I’ve honestly explored my options in the bay area.
...BUT for now, Miguel and I are sitting still here in Santa Barbara. Marriage has proven to be much more than beautiful companionship. As it turns out, it's also a great launching pad towards parenthood. So alas, we've made our leap and I'm 8 and a half months pregnant!
Between lactation classes and tours of the local hospital’s maternity ward, I have found a new sense of adventure. I can’t say I don’t in some ways miss my days of casual dates, spontaneous travel, and blissful folic…but today adventure comes from the inside…literally.
Amelia Grace is due to make her arrival on October 5th, and we patiently wait for her smile, just as she’ll patiently wait to meet Auntie Stacey’s smile. Come see us soon!
In the meantime, enjoy another martini for my sake!
Cheers,
Luna
Saturday, August 16, 2008
What's in a name?
It was the brandy sneaking around on dry streets during times of paralyzing morality they often call prohibition. It was the title of an occupation and the work shift hours for distilling an illegal brew. And what I didn't know is that 'moonshine' was also used as a term to mean “nothing”. Literally, moonshine in some context or another means a trifle nothing. Moonshiners used the term to explain away their boxes and barrels of illicit activities… “why you must be mistaken. This here is just mere moonshine.”
And so it is with my new blog. A monologue of simple nothings. An excuse I give for the ideas that brew inside this mind and spill on the trials of rigid social thought. “No no,” I say, “you must be mistaken. This here is just mere moonshine monologue.”
Enjoy.
And so it is with my new blog. A monologue of simple nothings. An excuse I give for the ideas that brew inside this mind and spill on the trials of rigid social thought. “No no,” I say, “you must be mistaken. This here is just mere moonshine monologue.”
Enjoy.
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