I can hear already hear Tucker at the door. Try as I might to walk quietly up the back steps into our apartment, he always hears me coming. Most days, Tim would have already greeted him, but he’s working late tonight so I’m home first. His head keeps popping up, up, up in the pane… Read More Tucker Tales: An Adventure in Patience
While going through my writing samples, I stumbled on a travel blog I started in college. It was my connection to my family as I ventured across the Atlantic. Recently, I took part in a ‘final expedition’ of sorts. A professor from my Travel Writing & Photojournalism Course emailed the class alumni to invite us on… Read More Sto Bene
Put your knickers back on, you dirty bird. This ain’t that kind of story. This is a story. Of 17 samples of paint. Okay it’s more like 10 but I think we can all agree that’s about seven too many. We knew there were two rooms we wanted to paint – the television room and… Read More 50 Shades of Gray
My fiancé and I are in the midst of combining our separate large living spaces into one (small) one. We piled all of our things into a one-bedroom apartment – and I do mean ALL. The only things of mine left in my mother’s house are a sled and a baby doll bed my Papa made for… Read More So much stuff, so little space.
Sorry for the hiatus, moving and all that jazz. I was at a (fantastic) dinner party last weekend when a friend of mine brought up my post on oil-pulling, asking if I’d seen him comment about it before. “Jerry does that every day.” “Wait, what? Seriously?” “Yeah, he’s been doing it forever, swears it took away… Read More But first, let me swish some oil.
On a random Facebook scroll I came across this post: Actively exercising my first “oil pulling” attempt and trying not to gag on my whole mouth full of coconut oil and spit. I am going to be vastly disappointed if I don’t have whiter teeth and better digestion by tomorrow. Thanks, Pinterest… My immediate thought… Read More Oil pulling, that’s a thing.
When I moved home last year for the job at 7News, I knew a few things. I’d be broke. My desired career path is in journalism. Journalism. There’s a reason my mother wasn’t too thrilled when I decided to major in Journalism. I also knew I’d be living at home. My mother is happy to… Read More See you later, friend.
I know I’ve told you about les chats – but did I ever tell you about la souris? ♦—————————————————–♦ My first year in New York was, I’ll admit, a lot of late nights that had nothing to do with my job. We’d go out for a beer after work and the next thing I knew,… Read More Bell et la Bête, er…la Souris.
I should be cleaning. Unpacking. I’ve been here three weeks now. Three weeks without the hustle and bustle of New York City Streets. Three weeks of falling asleep to just the sound of crickets and the wind through the trees. Three weeks of waking up to sun in my windows, and no construction pounding away… Read More So this is my life.
Last week Diane asked me if I wanted to go to the Orchid Show at the New York Botanical Gardens, “Don’t worry I’ll drive, so you’ll be safe in the Bronx.” Funny, coming from her – a native of the Bronx. She started talking about the walls of Orchids created by the French designer Patrick… Read More Tale of PSAs Come True: NYBG Orchid Show