found this little ditty in the archives of my phone today. My friend Paulina read it aloud as we sat in the sun getting our first sunburn of the season. Right now I'm sitting in my living room, dwarfed by stacks of boxes big and small. To my right, the three foot Skier Santa from…
New York City
Great Expirations
Expiration dates. The very words bring to mind the fuzzy black stamp I would search for on the gallon jugs of milk in our fridge as a kid. Is the milk bad? Mom would ask. It’s one day past the expiration date, I don’t know! I would yell back. Smell it! She’d respond. What does…
Keep Both Eyes Open
So here we are. It’s the end of April. Was April an extremely busy month for anyone else? No? Maybe? It was for us. And by us I mean Hudson and me. As I sit in my bedroom writing this, Hudson is lazing on the bed behind me. Every few minutes I can hear his…
Lights, Camera, New Yorking
I’ve spent a lot of time recently thinking about my home. New York City. Specifically, the Upper West Side, though I’m not sure how important that fact is to this thesis. “They” say that if you’ve lived in New York City for 10 years you’re a real New Yorker. I’m assuming “they” is someone on…
Isn’t this THE BEST?
This past weekend I took my favorite eight-year-old ice skating at Wollman Rink in Central Park, an establishment owned by everyone’s favorite stable genius. It was an overcast day, warm for December, and we were excited to take some laps around the ole pond (along with, apparently, everyone else in the tristate area… woof). Wyatt,…
Smile, it’s time to be thankful.
The week before Thanksgiving has that sort of collegiate homecoming feel to it. As the blessed Thursday looms closer and closer, life becomes increasingly frenzied and hectic; it’s no wonder holidays are a difficult time for many people. Holidays have always been my favorite. Like I’ve written in previous posts, events and holidays are my…
Views On Views
We all know New Yorkers are often labeled as rude, self-absorbed pricks to those who don’t reside in the five boroughs. I’m guessing this has something to do with HBO’s inaccurate representation of how us city folk interact with one another. But mostly, I am convinced it’s due to interlopers’ lack of sidewalk etiquette. Hello,…
What were we to doodle?
Alright, alright, alright. Fall’s here kids. I’ve been checking items of my list of favorite (completely basic) fall activities to do… apple picking, check yes (and subsequently have baked seven apple pies), fall movies, check yes, pumpkin patch, check hell yes. The apartment is full of appropriately rust-color fall flowers and I have a fat…
Commuter Pains and Sweaty Trains
I’m pretty sure whatever noise the iPhone alarm defaults to is and always will be the worst noise I’ve ever heard. My first thoughts of the day rush into my brain as I attempt to claw my way back into the dream I was having. I open my eyes. Hudson is staring at me –…
When you want a dog.
Get a dog they said. It will be fun they said. Actually, I don’t remember having that conversation with anyone. In retrospect, I probably should have. But, honestly, I didn’t need to. I know what having a dog entails. It’s a shit show. Lit. Er. Al. Ly. And I use that word in the most…
The Dog Hair Diaries 