There was a phrase a couple of years back that became so ubiquitous that I developed a physical response to hearing it. Each time someone uttered "It is what it is," the hair on the back of my neck legitimately stood up and I began to exhale loudly. The phrase annoyed me, I think because … Continue reading Call me Caitlyn
Category: musings
What home feels like
Memorial Day weekend probably seems like the ultimate cliché when it comes to traveling a couple of hours (or more) to revisit one's childhood. Not to take anything away from our nation's true heroes, but surviving our teenaged years in the small village of Greenwood Lake made us veterans of an entirely different sort. Since … Continue reading What home feels like
Fifteen ideas for Summer 2015
1. Eat and drink at Nine-Pin Cider’s Dine’n 2. Dinner at 15 Church Street. 3. Paddleboarding on Saratoga Lake 4. A day hike in the Catskills with my camera. 5. Host a party on my new and improved deck 6. Get to a Soul Cafe dinner 7. Volunteer to prepare a meal at the Ronald … Continue reading Fifteen ideas for Summer 2015
Black boys on mopeds
England's not the mythical land of Madame George and roses It's the home of police who kill blacks boys on mopeds And I love my boy and that's why I'm leaving I don't want him to be aware that there's Any such thing as grieving. I’ve had these lyrics from an old Sinead O’Connor song … Continue reading Black boys on mopeds
My mythical beast turns 16
On a sunny day, not unlike some of the ones we’ve enjoyed this week, my water broke and labor began for my second child. Neither of these occurred with any haste – it was more a leak than a gush and the progress of my contractions was painfully (literally) slow. When my red-faced, bald-headed baby … Continue reading My mythical beast turns 16
Living (too) large
You know how they say "travel is broadening?" Well, when it comes to the size of my ass, I'd definitely have to agree. Seriously, I've taken to referring to my hips as "croissant" and "pain au chocolat." Whatever. I don't regret eating a single slab of pâté or hunk of Camembert. It was vacation. Now that I'm … Continue reading Living (too) large
I never imagined
On our 15th wedding anniversary, my husband and I had a special dinner at a restaurant on Martha's Vineyard. The meal was a bit of a disappointment, but the company was good. After we had finished our meals and were somewhere between entrée and dessert, our wedding song came on over the restaurant's speakers. I … Continue reading I never imagined
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