Yep, there were three boys and yes, we did visit three islands. Mission accomplished. Here are some highlights. We actually got on the road precisely on time. This is such a rare occurrence that I could not let it pass without acknowledgement. The drive was uneventful and we encountered no traffic until we got to … Continue reading Every boy an island
Category: NYC
Making Memorial Day memories
Almost 6 months to the date exactly, the boys and I are getting ready to head back to NYC for another round of adventures. Our plans for the weekend include taking in some of the Fleet Week events and a visit to Lady Liberty. We’re staying in TriBeCa and once I park my car, hopefully … Continue reading Making Memorial Day memories
New York City, just like I’m picturing it
I'm getting kind of excited about spending some untethered time in NYC. I feel like circumstances are aligning. The sun is expected to shine in mild blue skies. The moon will be nearly full and, I predict, spectacular. I have a good idea about what I'm going to wear (cutoff shorts with footless tights, flat … Continue reading New York City, just like I’m picturing it
The evolution of the girlfriend getaway
It started with a couple of stolen hours. We'd pick a date that worked for all of us, crossing our fingers for no last-minute work emergencies, sick children or childcare cop outs. Our rendezvous destination was generally somewhere in the middle - north for them, south for me. On the given day, as I put … Continue reading The evolution of the girlfriend getaway
September 12th, twelve years later
Waking up on this day a dozen years ago, I remember being happy that I could finally get out of bed and escape the image of those towers falling down behind my eyelids, over and over again. The sky was once again stunningly blue, but now it was silent with all commercial airline traffic grounded … Continue reading September 12th, twelve years later
Tortilla Flats aka as the place with a waiter who must have flatlined
We stopped in at a little joint Sunday afternoon down in the West Village, Tortilla Flats, hereafter referred to as the place with the worst service. Ever. Our party of three arrived at what I think of as the "shoulder season" of dining hours, around 3:30 or so. There was a distinct lack of greeting … Continue reading Tortilla Flats aka as the place with a waiter who must have flatlined
Catching up with Moms@Work
Griffin and I went to a concert. I anticipated summer and clarified my economic reality with a comment. And discussed the economic reality of American women, in general. An imagined dream come true. There's an upcoming event you should think about attending. I had a really, really bad day. Dads had their day. And Sally … Continue reading Catching up with Moms@Work
