No sleep (or stop) til Brooklyn

My Sunday night plan was fancy cocktails at Dead Rabbit, an awesome gastropub* waaay downtown in Manhattan. Unfortunately, my knowledge of cool places to drink exceeds my ability to reliably navigate the subway and the train which I had hoped would take us south, actually took us east immediately after Canal Street. Luckily, my companion … Continue reading No sleep (or stop) til Brooklyn

Reasons why my sons don’t like me

It seems appropriate on Labor Day to share ten reasons the fruits of my labor(s) take issue with me - today and every day. Because...I am self centered and only think of myself.* I didn’t teach them to drive.While I don’t want them to struggle or fail, I want them to figure it out. They … Continue reading Reasons why my sons don’t like me

Rainy run thoughts

Liar’s stories and cashmere robes both always develop holes.The government in this country is broken. This is a nonpartisan statement.  Schools in the United States are being asked to tackle a myriad of unimagined issues with no additional resources from the government because our elected officials can’t negotiate a deal to support the country’s schools … Continue reading Rainy run thoughts

Home. Again.

Jeter had his first walk yesterday afternoon following our return from Wellfleet. Upon stepping outside he looked absolutely crushed to discover that he was no longer pond side. Same, buddy. Same.Decades after my first annual trip to Cape Cod, I still drive home feeling incredibly melancholy. A funk settles on me, different from the one … Continue reading Home. Again.

Packing for the beach

Our pond For the past four summers I’ve rented the same vacation house in Wellfleet. It is a place that must be experienced to be understood. I know, that sounds dramatic, doesn’t it? But, this comfortable and compact house, which sits on a gloriously private piece of property only accessible by the most rutted dirt … Continue reading Packing for the beach