Last Monday, my oldest son and I took a walk with Jeter around the neighborhood. We were about a mile away from our house when we came across some curbside treasure - a leather couch in remarkably good condition. Hmmm. I should tell you about our history with couches. In the last 20 years there … Continue reading Worst mother, best neighbors
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Answering the call of cheese
Or maybe I should say the call of The Cheese Traveler. A couple of weeks ago while I was out of town, Eric reached out to me to see if I might lend a hand during his weekly cookouts. His regular servers were moving on to other opportunities and he just needed some help for … Continue reading Answering the call of cheese
Living the dream
When was the last time you gave yourself permission to jump? Was it a long time ago? Do you remember that feeling of excitement mingled with fear? Did you wake up, in the morning as well as in the middle of the night, and immediately think about the opportunity which had seemingly fallen at your … Continue reading Living the dream
Flipping the bird
Apologies in advance for this post's title. I don't intend it to convey any disrespect, it's more my attempt to emotionally remove myself from an incident which I found to be upsetting. Here’s what happened… Over the weekend, my son came across an injured bird in the lawn next to our house. The poor guy … Continue reading Flipping the bird
Yoga on the deck
After some improvements, including a general shoring up, new railings, pressure washing and a coat of stain, I'm smitten with my deck. On a recent evening, in an effort to combine my desire for stretching with my need to be home, I attempted some vinyasas al fresco with mixed results. I found a yoga station … Continue reading Yoga on the deck
No sleep till Brooklyn*
On Friday, despite Mother Nature’s attempt to disrupt my plans, I ventured down to Williamsburg, Brooklyn to attend my uber talented neighbor, Ken Ragsdale’s art show opening at the Front Room Gallery. As someone who doesn’t often attend gallery openings (read: hardly ever), I was a bit out of my element, and, as a person … Continue reading No sleep till Brooklyn*
Dirty in the DelSo
Tuesday was a long day in my neighborhood. I first got the news in the early morning - a water main had burst and the police, but not yet the water department, were on hand. I considered getting up and running some water in my bath tub, but since I'm on vacation, I rolled over … Continue reading Dirty in the DelSo
