What I’m bringing home…

This trip has been absolutely wonderful. That doesn’t mean there weren't occasional instances of irritation or stress or unhappiness. All of those were present at various times during our two weeks away, but the number of joyful moments far outweigh the less blissed out instances. My heart is a feeling a bit broken in all … Continue reading What I’m bringing home…

Shiny, happy people

“You’re glowing” they said. I’ve heard that a lot recently and I’ve even recognized it myself. My eyes look tired, yet excited. My smile feels easy and I’ve sincerely tried to master keeping my head (on) straight and directly face the camera lens. I just look kinda shiny, in a good way. My radiance, for … Continue reading Shiny, happy people

Questioning Independence

Simply stated, I was raised to be independent. From the alarm clock I received for my 6th birthday, a gift which communicated that I was to get myself up and to school without my mother’s help, to the lack of parental involvement when I crashed and burned academically in high school, I knew I was … Continue reading Questioning Independence

The cheesiness of falling in love

(Image: https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Flickr_-_cyclonebill_-_Manchego.jpg) Memorial Day weekend my OG, as in Old Greenwood Lake, girlfriends came up for a visit. We snacked on an array of tidbits, including a luscious pate and a selection of cheeses. I don’t usually eat a lot of cheese, beyond some crumbled bleu or feta on my salad, but I fell hard for … Continue reading The cheesiness of falling in love

From rosés to lupine

Despite there having been a fairly mild winter, spring seemed slow to arrive this year. My crocus bloomed late, the down comforter is still on my bed and I just finally flipped the thermostat switch to off. I think, though, that after the gorgeous weekend we just experienced in Albany, it’s safe to say that … Continue reading From rosés to lupine

Hike more, worry less

As I sit at my dining table on a Sunday scrolling through images of hiking boots, I can’t help but laughingly wonder who am I? The last, and only, time I bought hiking boots was 1993. My then boyfriend (and now former husband) and I were preparing for our first vacation together. Our destination was … Continue reading Hike more, worry less