The last time the fam and I went to NY, Isla turned six months old on the trip. One of my 'things' has been to push for plan another trip before she goes to 'big school' in August. Well. We tried to get the two weeks before school starts, but that didn't happen. And so. … Continue reading Dreaming of Breakfast Bagels
My mother lives on Long Island (My accent changes when I speak to her but that may be another post.) Last week, she said 'a storm is brewing, but it won't be as bad as a hurricane.' Today, I awoke to news reports of the East Coast closing off and shutting down. I got worried. … Continue reading Don’t Wake Up In Kansas
I don't know why I'm writing this. Wait a minute. Yes I do. I'm writing this because right now I can't be anything more or less than I am. I don't feel like making something up, and pretending nothing happened. This is not fiction. Although I wish it was. I am an American. Usually I … Continue reading The Old Country
While in Brooklyn, I snapped this to post. You may not see anything, but I saw words, and happiness and hope and bagels. That's why it's magic. Taken at The Flying Saucer Cafe, a place where my friends and I would probably hang out every weekend. If we all lived parallel lives in Brooklyn. It … Continue reading Magic Coffee: Brooklyn Edition
I was sitting in an airport chair, waiting for my chair to roll through on the baggage-claim belt. Sarge and I were trying to convince the Sky Cap my chair would be through on Over-size Items, which meant we were waiting in the wrong place. Sarge was tired, and I was just wired and wanted … Continue reading He’s So Handsome. You Look Tired.
When my father got us to the airport early, I knew something would go wrong. If we had been ‘down to the wire’ as he likes to say, the plane would have been on time. As it was, we were early. And the plane was late. I’d been in holiday-mode since the day before. We’d … Continue reading How Much Fun Can You Have In An Airport Departure Lounge?
My blogging hiatus can be attributed to going on a middle-secret surprise 16 day mission to New York. I was the surpriser, not the surprised. (Surprisee is apparently not a word, but I just used it.) It was truly awesome, and I couldn't blog a damn thing about it. Until now. I have about 10 … Continue reading All Good Stories Start With Coffee