007. Self-Care. (part 1)

In this episode, some great humans join the conversation to define “self-care,” not as experts, but as folks from varying walks of life and alive today in the world. We share our “self-care” practices, among other things.

I’m immensely thankful for your input and voices for this episode:

Elodie, Monica, Ryan, Caroline, Caro & Sean, Mayra (my mom!), Mark, Ashlyn & Oscar.

How do you practice self-care? Let me know, via the contact page on this site, or through a form here.

Some links to resources on self-care:

12 Ways to Take Better Care of Yourself

6 self-care steps for a pandemic — always important, now essential

GoodHousekeeping’s 45 Lab-Approved Ways to Create the Ultimate Self-Care Routine

Thanks for stopping by~~Take good care!

‘Til next time.

Color for a Great cause

Hey, reader!

Thanks for checking this out. A wonderful group of local women creators have come together in the form of coloring pages to help a great cause, Feeding South Florida.

Visit ParaSOL coloring book, donate if you can, share your colored pages on instagram @parasolcoloringbook. If you get to color my drawing featured on there, share with me: @okayfleezy, on instagram too.

Can’t wait to see!

Corona Cuisine from “Quarant-eating” Episode of the Saved Notes podcast

Want to Donate to local food banks or need to hit up a food bank for yourself?

Check out these websites:

Feeding America, Feeding South Florida, Farm Share, Adopt-A-Box.

Want to learn more about “stress eating,” along with a couple of ways to relieve stress that don’t involve our comfort foods or guilty pantry pleasures?

Check out this Harvard Health article.

Done stress-eating and ready to help out?

Bonusss! Check out this all-girl Miami-artist-created coloring book supporting a donation to Feeding South Florida! Find them on instagram: @parasolcoloringbook

Ah, yes, the Bon Apetit homies’ YouTube channel.

Thanks for stopping by and thanks for listening!

Museum Musings Podcast Episode

Hi! Here’s the list of Museums I mention in episode 004 of Saved Notes.


NSU Ft. Lauderdale

The Norton

The Dali

MOCA North Miami


The Met

Brooklyn Museum

Guggenheim (NY/Bilbao)

Art Institute of Chicago


New Orleans

National Portrait Gallery

Reina Sofia

National Museum of the American Indian

My favorite living artist, ESPO aka Stephen Powers, support his shop here. Also here’s that poem I shared.

Quarantine Cutz

I’m no stranger to hair clippers and buzzed cuts. My mom has been dropping me off at barbershops since I was 4 years old; my earliest memory being of a time I refused to comb my hair for a neighborhood party and she, determined to show me a lesson, took my stubborn behind to my brother’s barber and had him chop off my unkept tresses.

Many years passed and I still would accompany my brother to the barber, to get the closest attempt at a “feminine” cut with clippers the barbers at the shop could muster on my head. Thinking back on it, it was a nice bonding time, we would get dropped off at this corner building, get our hair buzzed and wait for our mom to pick us up at the corner, sometimes I’d have to wait for my brother to finish baseball practice to partake in our shared grooming ritual.

Things changed as my hair became more of a topic of discussion as it related to my femininity when I turned 9 and my First Communion would approach, that’s what we (or maybe I, after much pressure from my mom) gave growing it out a go. That effort stuck for about ten years, and when I was 19, on a random afternoon after a day shift at Starbucks, I went to the nearest barbershop and plainly requested to have the shoulder-length bane of my existence buzzed the hell off my scalp.

Fast forward to over a half dozen barbers and barber shops, plenty of weird looks, confused children, community coladas, reggeaton-blasting speakers, tacky sports posters, bad jokes and forced chuckles among grown men, which I still regularly endure, here I am, wanting (not at all needing) a haircut.

Since corona virus started dictating the rate at which we can leave our homes, I haven’t even attempted to book an appointment with my barber Lester, who I very conveniently summon through an app he uses. Haircuts, after all, are not essential business, according to whoever decided that sensible but oh-so-cruel mandate.

I, you guessed it, remained with the unappeased desire to get a haircut to quiet my usually whispered hair-related vanity.
So I dug deep in my bathroom cabinet for the cheap clippers I bought a long while back and decided to DIY my buzz cut, a challenge I’ve taken on before and have been no more than barely successful at completing- whatever.

So with only two blade guards and my mega-shoddy clippers, I went for it. I broke, and now have my hair as evidence. My mom was sweet enough to help me with the back of my head and some encouraging facts about hair growing and the possibility of future professionally-handled fixes.

Nothing much to do now but pat myself on the back, vacuum up the mess and move about my week as gracefully as I can.

Looking at the back, sides, and front of my head, my quarantine cut just doesn’t cut it.

My brand new quarantine looks.
A drawing after reflecting on what I had done.
My brother Frank and me with cropped hair in 1996.