I've worked on Lark Street between Spring and State Streets for nearly 13 years. That's like a third of my life (+10). My head has so many ideas racing around. I really want to make Lark + Lily the kind of place I've always looked to frequent - comfortable, consistent, warm, not overly serious. That … Continue reading Working my block and other randoms
Tag: musings
Painted skies
As I raced to the beach to catch the impending sunset, I couldn't help but smile. This, I thought, is what I do. I chase beauty. Here's a gallery of some of what I was fortunate enough to catch during my recent Wellfleet vacation. One last thought - while the sky was magnificent to observe … Continue reading Painted skies
Why print news producers should be inspired by breast milk
This is going to take a minute to explain, so bear with me. To begin, if you've ever had any experience with breastfeeding, be it yourself or someone who you've observed nursing a child, you're probably familiar with the term "liquid gold" as a synonym for breast milk. It's that precious of a commodity. When … Continue reading Why print news producers should be inspired by breast milk
Screen play
I've been slightly obsessed with the windows in my second story home. Many of the windows are on the larger size and Jeter likes to situate himself so his paws are propping him up on the window sill. My big fear is that he will attempt to chase something he sees outside of the window … Continue reading Screen play
Fathers – the ones we have and the ones we don’t
I went to mass the other day. It was in my hometown in the same church where I made my first communion, attended catechism classes and impatiently sat through midnight mass on Christmas Eve eager to only get home and open a single gift, as was our custom. I was there to accompany one of … Continue reading Fathers – the ones we have and the ones we don’t
Zero tolerance for pain
I've come to realize that I don’t do well with pain, at least not pain of the emotional sort. As a matter of fact, when someone seriously hurts my feelings, I get angry. Really, really angry. Like I practically see red and have a tendency to behave in an irrational and borderline insane way. It … Continue reading Zero tolerance for pain
Call me Caitlyn
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
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