Dear Readers, I had a weird day today. A trifecta of very bad things hit me like a winter storm, and I was not in a good place to handle it. So I wrote. I’m not a fan of vague-booking (in fact it drives me crazy), but in this case I’m afraid my blog is just that. And for that, I apologize. I needed to … Continue reading Vague Apology
I don’t care what’s happening in the real world. Samantha spoon fed Carrie during her Mexicoma. Just thinking of that moment (albeit a Hollywood one) always brings me to tears. Women who have these friends in their lives are the lucky ones. I have lived through my share of “Mexicoma” moments. Sometimes I held the spoon, and sometimes my friends did. I am one of … Continue reading Spoon-fed
I needed to run up to Midtown to take a few pictures. I walked a few blocks, but it was super cold so I decided to hail a cab instead. I gave the driver the address, and he asked me which way I preferred to go. (This is absolutely one of my favorite things, because it makes me feel more like a New Yorker than … Continue reading Happy Eyes
Good morning Bob Seger, how long has it been? Let’s see… I quit smoking, had a couple kids…still wearing Ray Bans… Continue reading Still The Same
A while back, I purchased a large amount of stock when it was at an all-time low. Something I’ve never done. It was impulsive and scary, but felt right. I had faith that it would flourish. I know I’m supposed to sit back and just let it ride. Stressing doesn’t help anything. This much I know. But knowing and doing are two different things, aren’t … Continue reading Taking Stock
New outgoing voicemail: “You’ve reached Sandi’s phone. No way in hell she’s gonna answer today. If I were you, I’d hang up now. If you want to risk it, leave a message, but it better be full of compliments. Or, you can show up in person, but be sure to bring gifts including (but not limited to) alcohol, chocolate, Starbucks, money and/or more compliments.” Continue reading Wait For The Beep
I’m a good listener. No, that’s not true. I’m a great listener. There are people who come to talk to me just to talk to me. And I think they tell me things they wouldn’t tell anyone else. I don’t charge. I don’t judge. I listen. And if they cry, I cry. And then they leave. Maybe they feel better. Lighter. Maybe now that they’ve … Continue reading SpongeSandi FatPants
I was 6 months pregnant with Skotchdopole and living in San Marcos, Texas. I had taken a job babysitting a rambunctious two-year old named Chaz, and had just plopped down on the couch after getting him to sleep for his morning nap. I turned on the television, and when the picture came up I was confused. I was looking at a giant cloud in the … Continue reading I Remember
I walked through the crowded terminal, already exhausted from the cab ride, security lines, heavy bags, and lack of food. I hadn’t planned well. I searched for a place to sit (silently cursing all the travelers who were creating buffers with their bags), and after passing my gate, I sank into the first vacant seat. I reached down into my tote bag and pulled out … Continue reading The Letter
I didn’t realize it, but I visited Alexander Hamilton on his birthday. I snapped this picture while standing on a spot I love. Facing south from here (on the corner of Wall Street and Broadway), I looked across land that belonged to my ancestors when they first came to New York. I sometimes wonder if this is why I feel so at home here. Last … Continue reading Hamilton
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