(I just like saying that. Wink.) Christmas, the year and the decade will all end. I’ll be traveling with a companion for the first time in a long time. My Jewish mom will meet my Jewish boyfriend, to put it in its most simple terms. We’ll spend two hours soaking in springs heated by the … Continue reading Next week, when I’m in California.
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Throwback thanksgiving
When I was a kid I had faux aunts and uncles. There were no true relatives (that I knew about) in the States, so my mother provided close friends who functioned on some level as family. It was a laudable attempt and there were some good people in our lives during those years, some of … Continue reading Throwback thanksgiving
A colorful and delicious night in Troy
Tuesday night I made my way to Troy to finally (after years of missing it) participate in the Night of the Walking Red. The event, organized by The League of Extraordinary Red Heads and hosted by Ryan’s Wake, annually gathers together natural redheads to celebrate how wonderfully special and unique they truly are in a … Continue reading A colorful and delicious night in Troy
Lake Street Dive
My Spotify playlists lean heavily towards classic rock with a side of traditional jazz, mostly for Sunday mornings with the New York Times and an extra mug of coffee. Any new music I’ve been exposed to in the past 20 has come from either students (thanks, Dani and Skrabs!), my sons or, in more recent … Continue reading Lake Street Dive
Jersey girl birthday
Or, The Story of the 35th Anniversary of My 18th Birthday, Jersey Shore Style I sought this photo out for a post over at CivMix and every time I look at it, I can’t help but smile. What in the world gave that high school dropout with zero prospects the nerve to look over her … Continue reading Jersey girl birthday
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(Not) Letting go
As of mid morning on Monday my hair still smelled like woodsmoke from Saturday night’s bonfire on Herring Cove beach. I washed it later in the day, but delaying the shampooing allowed the odor to linger in a lame attempt to cling to the week I had just spent at the Cape. It ended too … Continue reading (Not) Letting go
