While I always consider myself more a humanities person than a math person, I do have an eye for mathematical patterns and experience with multiplication and long addition. Recently I realized that for what is probably the first time in my life my height and my age are the same numbers - 5/4. For some … Continue reading Arithmetic of the year
Category: birthdays
Belated birthday wishes, Jessica Simpson
Hey! I hear you entered your 40s recently and I just know you’re going to love this new decade. It’s not like we’ve ever met each other, but I almost (in a totally not creepy way, promise) feel like I know you just a little bit. Although I was busy with my life and three … Continue reading Belated birthday wishes, Jessica Simpson
The day my middle son turned 21
It doesn’t even seem possible that the boys’ dad and I have successfully reared two 21+ year-old offspring. I think I’ll pause here for a moment of quiet celebration. Feel free to join me. Okay - so, twenty-one can be a real defining moment of adulthood. A milestone of sorts. With this particular kid of … Continue reading The day my middle son turned 21
Painterly thoughts
It’s been just about exactly twenty-one years since I last painted the upstairs bathroom. I’m not always so clear with years and dates, but this one is easy to remember because I was pregnant with my second son. My water broke as I raced to get the newly renovated third floor of our house prepared … Continue reading Painterly thoughts
Where to stay in NYC?
Over the years I’ve stayed in a lot of hotels in New York City. Most of them have been perfectly fine, especially since I’ve only required accommodations for a single night or maybe two. There have been a couple that I won’t book again - The Empire across from Lincoln Center comes immediately to mind. … Continue reading Where to stay in NYC?
When flying south flies out the window
Last night I should have been settling in to my second cocktail of the weekend with the sound of waves in my ears and the scent of salt water filling my nostrils. Instead, I was cozied up on the couch wrapped in a cashmere robe with more holes in it than my aborted weekend plans, … Continue reading When flying south flies out the window
Celebrating Elvis
I can’t say that Elvis was my very first crush (Tom Jones holds that honor), but he was the first performer whose albums I owned and played incessantly. My mother would order them for me from commercials on television and I would wait impatiently for the UPS guy to deliver the records to my house … Continue reading Celebrating Elvis
