Perhaps my favorite portion of the year, this is when spring meets summer, and the days- when they are sunny and warm – are meant to be shared by the pool, on the beach, or in the chill of well-regulated air conditioning. Friends and family abound too, which makes it that much warmer.
May 2015 – A glorious month for so many reasons… I don’t even know where to begin.
They’re still trying to ban my ass on FaceBook. (And failing!)
I learned a lot from Winnie-the-Pooh.
I left a job with people I loved, and got a lovely send off. (Apparently they wanted me to smell this good, and I couldn’t love them more for it.)
Keeping things tricky.
I got a lap dance by Hedda Lettuce.
The fact remains: Josh Duggar is a child molester.
June 2015 – The month that summer arrives in burst of sunny, bunny glory. All hail the season of the sun!
Night beauty in Boston.
Day beauty, too.
Red Sox game with Skip. The whole length of it. And we almost made it back without incident – until the police showed up.
The twins graduated. From pre-school. It was epic. (And check out that bad-ass Noah taking charge of his ark!)
Suzie tried to prepare me for turning 40, by going first.
The growth of a season, blooming in sweet and spicy form.
Everything smells better in summer.
Marriage Equality for all the land.
Taming a monster.
July 2015 – Summer is a time for friends near and far, for those just visiting, and for those who linger a little longer.
It’s a time for heat, in all its forms.
It’s a time for stupidity.
It’s a time for wonderful words.
It’s even a time for a naked Justin Bieber. (Eww, and sorry.)
A big reveal. (Following a minor tease.)
I still want to smell like a London gentleman.
August 2015 – The month is which I was born, made extra special this year for a number of reasons. Starting off with the beginning of my very last tour… The Delusional Grandeur Tour: Last Stand of a Rock Star.
It started with a bunny, had a proper Madonna preamble, and opened with an entrance. I learned from the best.
Beans! Beans! The special beans!
Wanting more summer tomorrows.
Planning for the day I turned 40.
Exorcizing bunny demons, finding ways of escape, and making new destinations.
Meet my new publicist!
Teaching my brother how not to be such a dick.
Tour Stop: Cape Cod.
One of the best songs Madonna has ever written.
Just in time for my 40th birthday.
In my birthday suit.
When Iris eyes are smiling.
