Web of Lies
Dear Spiders, You do realize that the webs and spiders we are putting out are *decorations*, not *invitations*? Please, stop embarrassing yourselves and move along. Creeped out in Waxahachie Continue reading Web of Lies
Dear Spiders, You do realize that the webs and spiders we are putting out are *decorations*, not *invitations*? Please, stop embarrassing yourselves and move along. Creeped out in Waxahachie Continue reading Web of Lies
All my life I have considered myself a Summer Girl. The long days, hot sand next to cool water, no school, Chevy-Chase-worthy vacations, and a chorus of cicadas. Sure, everyone loves spring, but those storms! And I’m sorry, but no amount of hot cocoa and skiing can hide the fact that winter sucks. But…despite My Melancholy Blues (thank you Freddie Mercury) over the shorter days, … Continue reading Out of the Fall Closet
Posh, Ginger, Baby, Scary and Sporty… please welcome the monkey on my back, “Pumpkin Spice”. Continue reading Just a Girl and her Spice
I remember when choosing gum meant Doublemint or Dentyne. My grandfather did introduce me to JuicyFruit and Chicklets…yum! Then, 3 out of 4 dentists recommended Trident. Now, gum just confuses me. Continue reading Chew On This
Okay… I’ve been seeing two sides to this story, and I think it’s time I weigh in. I can’t hold my tongue any longer… Candy Corn by itself is gross. At best, it is useful as a seasonal garnish. BUT… stay with me now… if you mix candy corn and peanuts (with a ratio of 8-10 peanuts/1-2 candy corn), it tastes like a freaking Payday … Continue reading Corny Candy
In 1995, my husband and I decided to rent a house. It was a small house, built in the ’50’s, located in a quiet neighborhood occupied by mostly original homeowners. We had lived in apartments all of our lives, and had never experienced Halloween with actual Trick-or-Treaters. (I should note that Halloween and St Patrick’s Day are my two favorite holidays). I would finally … Continue reading The Little Halloween That Couldn’t
The last time I stood on this spot, it was at a chain link fence, watching work continue at Ground Zero. It was unplanned, unexpected and painful. The time before that, I was at the top of one of the towers having my picture taken. For some reason, I thought my visit today would reconcile the two. But it hasn’t. I stare into the footprints … Continue reading Ground Zero
Dear Summer, Because you are being an asshole and won’t leave, I had to crack the windows of the FJ while I was at work. And now I have to sell it because of spider babies. We are so through. Don’t call me. Continue reading Dear Summer,
The day is too gorgeous to stay indoors. So I grab my bag, bound down the stoop and hit the sidewalk with no particular destination in mind. I head west, toward the Hudson River. Two blocks later, I jump onto the High Line and make my way south. Here, in this unique elevated park, I have no choice but to become a gawking tourist. I … Continue reading No Queens
I know what this neighborhood is like during the week, so I was curious to watch it wake up on the weekend. Early this morning, I woke a sleeping Cholula, grabbed some coffee, and headed to the front stoop. (For the record, it is surprisingly quiet around here on Saturday morning) A man (older, dirty clothes, filthy hands, limited teeth, and wearing a Veteran’s ball … Continue reading Stories from the stoop