Minnewaska must mean “beautiful” in Native American

In what feels like a previous lifetime, my girlfriends and I would meet in the mountains outside of New Paltz for our annual hike.  There were years before the babies came, and even a couple of years after the oldest of the babies were born, when we would simply amble along a path by the … Continue reading Minnewaska must mean “beautiful” in Native American

Riding that train

Last week in our (delayed) haste to soak in the last of Summer 2013, two of my boys and I hopped aboard the scenic Saratoga-North Creek Railroad.  Despite the late night I had thoroughly enjoyed the previous evening at a concert at SPAC, we left Albany a little after 9:00 a.m. to catch our train, … Continue reading Riding that train

History in Hyde Park

A long delayed return to Hyde Park finally occurred last weekend as history buff, Liam and I spent the afternoon visiting the Hudson Valley.  The primary purpose of the trip was to see Val-Kill, Eleanor Roosevelt's cottage retreat.  I wasn't aware of this lovely property prior to Liam and I touring the FDR mansion a … Continue reading History in Hyde Park

4, 3, 2…

Four of us attended Mountain Jam for what was consecutive year number three and I learned two very important things... the first had something to do with knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that everything will be fine because your oldest friends always have your back.  The second was equally practical but involved mud, … Continue reading 4, 3, 2…

April Moms@Work & Women@Work catch-up

Notice I said catch-up instead of catsup or ketchup.  We all (or those of us who hang on every word of dialogue in Mad Men at least) know there's only 1 ketchup. I digress - anyway, here are some blog posts from my other spot out here on the internet, Moms@Work. Would you do it … Continue reading April Moms@Work & Women@Work catch-up

A love letter to Belleayre Mountain

Maybe it is because this was the first place I ever truly skied.  Perhaps it is a result of the stunning panoramic views in every direction.  It may be because of the friendliness of every staff member I've ever encountered.  Or, it might be because of the all-things-considered reasonableness of the price of a lift … Continue reading A love letter to Belleayre Mountain