Life
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Apparently, I Look Like I Know Where I’m Going
Between 7pm and when I went to bed last night, four different people asked me for directions. Very strange.
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Catching Some Z’s
You know the pace of your everyday life is a little hectic when you spend the majority of a weekend in Maine sleeping. Well, to be fair, it was a combination of sleeping, eating, and napping, with a few other things thrown in for good measure. And, of course, once I got home last night,
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I Need a Nap
Last night I had the opportunity to dine with two kids, age 2 and 4. Maggie, the two year old, isn’t talking yet, but was extremely expressive and interactive regardless. At one point, she kept me entertaining her with a game involving her passing her mom’s cell phone to me and insisting that I have
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Twilight of the Season
Is it really possible that summer’s over? Sigh. Despite the torrential rain and violent thunderstorm on Friday night, the weekend turned out to be a gorgeous one. We witnessed a wedding on the beach, Chip made rack of lamb and key lime pie, we laughed our asses off, and I had one hell of a
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Wrapup
Although it’s always hard to ease back into work after a vacation, it’s a little easier when you get to move into a new, bigger office with a window. Even with the dreary weather, it’s still nice to look out Northward over the city. Despite my best intentions to lay low this week (well, I
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Twinkletoes
I’m not sure what was going on when I took the day off on Monday. I spent my day recovering from jetlag and doing errands like shopping at the Greenmarket and getting my pedals put back on my bike (which felt light as a feather as compared to the bike I rode last week). While
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Rain, Rain . . .
Looks like it’s going to be a perfect day for my shiny red galoshes, which I should have taken to the beach this past weekend.
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A Few of My Favorite Things
– A weekend at the beach, even if it’s rainy, filled with good company, paella, sangria, games, and laughter.– Coming home to a Fresh Direct delivery.– Dinner at Babbo, especially with good friends.– The octopus with chilis at Peasant wine bar. Don’t forget to sop up all the juices with their crusty bread.– Hearing the
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Planet of the Exes
My friend Eliza and I were daydreaming yesterday. We were dreaming of a place to which all ex-boyfriends would disappear for about six months after a breakup. "Another city," I suggested. "Another planet — planet of the Ex-Boyfriends!" she countered. What an excellent idea. They would all be banished to the Planet of the Ex-Boyfriends