I knew I was in a dream but couldn’t find a way out. Swirling all around me TV screens were playing similar breaking events coverage on the coronavirus pandemic. But, instead of pictures showing brave healthcare workers and military hospitals being fashioned out of now-closed casinos, these images were more varied. Pictures of pollution. Deforestation.…
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It’s Time to See 2020
It seems each year, as Christmas fades into mid-January, I feel compelled to share something poignant from the past year. A lesson, perhaps. One year the inaugural post was more of a long complaining rant than one cohesive anecdote, could have been 2017 or 2018, yikes. Anyways, this burgeoning yearly tradition usually occurs via a…
Christmas Time Again
I was riding an elevator somewhere recently (idk where, it’s been a long life) and overheard two coworkers talking about how quickly it all goes by. Coworker A, in the J. Crew statement necklace, mentioned rather wistfully that “the older you get the faster it goes” to which the gentleman to her left, Coworker B,…
For Mimi
It’s my favorite time of the year. I’m happy. I’ve just moved. Things are happening. But more about that later. Tonight, it’s Thanksgiving eve and I’m with Steve and Pop-pop (Ding Ding). Just the three of us. I can’t imagine living without Pop-pop, my dad’s father. He’s been a constant in my life since infancy,…
Thirty Something Special
Another day, another run. Riverside Park, NYC. Summer 2019. There are many people that say life is about balance. I think that camp also spawns the folks that declare the secret (to what, who knows) is moderation. I believe there's a saying, likely from a time when car windows were made from untempered glass, that…
Looking to Fall
Outside of the Hoboken office before work. Summer 2019. Yuuuuup. You called it. My pledge to write more often and/or maintain a regular cadence with le blogs didn't happen. But we're here now, a first step if you will. In all honesty, some of those months I pumped out hit after hit (Sweaty Trains and…
Catch and Release
I’d like to start this long overdue posticle by issuing a public apology to my dear friend and partner in home-rentership, Anna. For reasons we will get to downscreen – in what you can assume will be an outlandishly verbose and nonsensical tour of my psyche – I had a long-distance meltdown aimed solely at…
When you travel for work.
I’m not sure what jolts me awake, but before I open my eyes, I know something isn’t right. I reach for my phone, which is typically wedged under a pillow or in the deep, unreachable canyon between my bed and the radiator box, but can’t find it. Shit, I think. Peering around the room, my…
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…
Practice Aloha
Happy April everyone! I’m writing from my favorite conference room in the Hoboken office, and find myself simultaneously grateful to be back at work recharged and horrified at how quickly my 11 days in Hawaii went. The trip went by in a blink, which is somewhat strange given I spent most of it beach or…
The Dog Hair Diaries 