THE SLIDES OF MARCH
Before diving into April, I want to tip my cap to March. In golf, practice may not make perfect, but it was enough for Duke to secure a spot on the Grant High School golf team! In volleyball, Scout and her talented teammates qualified for Nationals in June! Our beloved Moose receives a monthly injection to alleviate the pain caused by his arthritis. He’s turning 10 in May, which is considered borrowed time for his breed. We’re hoping he’ll make it to double digits, but I’m steeling myself for the inevitable, which won’t help. My favorite front man,
@mattberninger , performed his stellar setlist on the ballbearing floor of the Crystal Ballroom, while my son,
@samselis_ DJed the #1 house party during this year’s SXSW, halfway across the country. He has so many talents and gifts that I’d demand a DNA test if I weren’t so certain it would prove he wasn’t mine. We traveled all the way across the country for the 18th consecutive year for Spring Break in Florida. I’m grateful that I love my in-laws, but even if I didn’t, it would be worth it for the joy this yearly sojourn brings. It usually begins with catching an exotic fish off the dock with tropical tanned Uncle Tony, while, poolside, Mama immerses herself in her one book of the year. This year, we taught the grandparents how to play Mahjong! We celebrated St. Patrick’s Day at the big table and took a short drive to Captiva Island to enjoy some early birthday cake at the renowned Bubble Room. The staff came out and sang me a birthday song, accompanied by a flaming piece of my favorite cake. With a contented belly, I headed to Atlanta for a quick shoot with a couple of star athletes from the US Soccer team. While going through airport security, I managed to make an ICE agent laugh. Humanizing him conflicted me, but I can’t help that I am so funny. The shoot with the athletes, who also share the funny gene, went way smoother than navigating airport lines. During a final weekend in Florida, we drove to our beloved beach on Boca Grande. A prominent new sign greeted us, declaring, “Welcome to the Gulf of America.” We waded into the turquoise-y waters but it still felt like the Gulf of Mexico to me.