Dublin digs

Each time I visit Ireland, I revisit favorite haunts and discover new places that delight. I return time and time again to the Vintage Kitchen, Howth (with a meal at Octopussy), and The Cobblestone. Most importantly, I also spend time with my large and extended family. This trip was no exception. Some of the most … Continue reading Dublin digs →

Howth Cliff Walk – and a Wonky Sauna

While it may seem as if I travel far and wide, if you look closely you’ll see that I have favorite spots to which I return time and time again. Howth is one of those places. This seaside village on the north end of Dublin Bay, has never failed to charm me, although, I discovered … Continue reading Howth Cliff Walk – and a Wonky Sauna →

“If you have the words,…

…there's always a chance that you'll find the way." — Seamus Heaney Before I went to Ireland for the first time in 1990, the wife of the chef I had worked with prior to my move to Albany strongly recommended that I read the novel, Trinity, by Leon Uris. It was a must. I remember nothing about … Continue reading “If you have the words,… →

A sublime Sunday.

It started with one of my favorite yoga classes at The Hot Yoga Spot - core focused flow. This never-quite-the-same -twice practice turns me into a sweaty mess, but the returns are real. My abdomen is definitely reaping the rewards of 60 minutes spent on my mat breathing through crunches, high and low boat poses … Continue reading A sublime Sunday. →

Your trash and my dirty weekend

If you follow me on other social media sites, you know that I’ve been dealing with a serial polluter in my neighborhood. This person, who has a consistent drink order at Dunkin and an appreciation for breakfast sandwiches with sausage and filet of fish from McDonald’s, has been dumping their garbage on the side of … Continue reading Your trash and my dirty weekend →

Getting Hot

One of my favorite hotel stays was many years ago in Amsterdam - and no, I’m not talking about that sweet botel docked behind Centraal Station again. This was a much later visit, with my then-teenaged oldest son and my German uncle and aunt. It was also situated behind Centraal Station but was decidedly much … Continue reading Getting Hot →