This morning, as I crossed 81ststreet, I saw a gentleman sitting at a red light in his black Mercedes sedan. He looked like any normal, thirty-something guy heading to work with his suit jacket folded neatly in the back seat and iced coffee sweating in his cup holder. As I stepped onto the sidewalk catty-corner…
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A Familiar Tune
You know that feeling, the one you get when it’s just you and whomever you’re with, maybe the windows are rolled down and you’re driving. You may not be going anywhere in particular, but you can’t wait to get there. Every part of that trip is fun. Your smile makes your cheeks burn and reminds…
Karmic Double Take
Is Karma really, truly, a bitch? I certainly hope so. Now, we know I spent the first half of this year clearing my subconscious clutter and redirecting certain thoughts. Key among them was the recurring notion that I’m some kind of karmic victim, deserving of the hellscape I found* (*somedays, find) myself in this year.…
“You talk… quite a lot.”
So I’ve decided to write a book. It feels like a good fit for me, and, given how well I’ve upheld my commitment to blogging, I think it’s an obvious next step. Just kidding. On the blogging. As far as the book is concerned, I’m dead serious. I was out to dinner with a friend…
Thank you for smoking.
Smoking is disgusting. I would know - I used to dabble recreationally in this wonderfully addictive practice (hola madre and dadder, sorry!). They don’t tell you in 5th grade why people smoke - it’s awesome, calms you down, and is cheaper than lunch. They also don’t make it clear, aside from the obvious cancer and…
Ugh, cheese. I love you.
So it’s May… basically June at this point, with just days to go until Labor Day or Memorial Day or whatever the name of this summer bookend traffic nightmare of a weekend is called. In a past life (that ended a mere 2 months ago), I’d be preparing for a big family weekend somewhere with…
Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot.
When bad things happen in our lives there seem to be a whole host of justifications one might hear from peanut galleries far and wide. “The universe gives you what you can handle.” “When it rains it pours.” “Bad news comes in threes.” These super trite and unhelpful little tidbits have begun to ignite a…
Friendly.
I’m not sure why, but I always get my best thinking done in the car. These days, despite being a New Yorker, my “car time” is to and from work as I live in Manhattan and reverse-commute to Hoboken every day. During that 25-55 minutes, depending on departure time and the fickleness of NYC traffic,…
Apparently the Universe is Sensitive… great.
Even if you’re one of those people that scoffs at the “new year, new me!” mentality, the feeling of change that comes every January can’t be escaped. Personally, I’ve never been happier to see a year in the rearview mirror; it was certainly one for the books. Our very own “stable genius” was inaugurated, across…
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A boy best friend.
Girls and boys can never actually be friends, right? WRONGO. My best friend Chris and I have been going strong for 30 years. Literally - we knew each other while our crazy moms were pregnant with us in the winter and spring of '87. In all seriousness, we were actually born into friendship. A friendship…
The Dog Hair Diaries 