
My friend Wendy’s friend has made a brave life choice; she’s given up being a lawyer, or a market analyst, or whatever it was that she did in her fancy midtown office, and is following her dream of making hats. Continue reading

My friend Wendy’s friend has made a brave life choice; she’s given up being a lawyer, or a market analyst, or whatever it was that she did in her fancy midtown office, and is following her dream of making hats. Continue reading

My husband and I are stalked by bagpipers. We go shopping in Edinburgh. There’s a bagpiper. We honeymoon in Paris. Bagpiper. Machu Picchu after three days hiking the Inca Trail. Bagpiper. And now, several blocks away, the dulcet tones of that weapon of war drift up to me as I type. Continue reading

Through the wonder of the internet, my friend Jen has discovered a disquieting fact about her ex boyfriend: “his new girlfriend looks exactly like me.” Continue reading

Over Christmas when Jon and I were visiting his parents in Scotland, we were given the task of organizing all our stuff that was stored in their garage. We moved to New York with 2 suitcases, so literally everything else we own – sofas, bookcases, books, photo albums, cds, pots, pans, candle sticks, an air pop popcorn machine – is in familial garages, lofts and barns. Continue reading

Inspired by necessity – taking 17 hours of Christmas Music off my iPod – I have been organizing my iTunes library. Out of this flurry of activity has come the Kitchen Music Playlist. Tag line: songs to cook to. Continue reading

Upon first impressions you may be fooled into thinking that New York is a highly rational place, rooted in the real. Real estate, real hard work, commerce, business – some guy was talking trash to a transvestite outside the Duplex the other night and she threw her shoe at his head. Serious, real stuff. Continue reading
Our friends Hilary and Jeremy, inspired by Gertrude Stein’s famous Parisian artist salons, hosted a dinner where everyone had to stand up and do a turn, talk about their latest play or project, test run a new song, and generally be creative and fun. Continue reading

The skeleton of the Christmas tree is out on the pavement waiting to be collected. The majority of the needles have been swept up, though we did find some in our bed this morning, which is frankly, a little curious. Anyway. It’s gone. The holidays are over. In spite of the unseasonably mild weather, January is beginning to bite in all kinds of insidious ways. Continue reading

Today is epiphany. Time to take down the Christmas decorations, sweep up pine needles and surrender to the inevitable gloom that comes with the realization; the holidays are well and truly over now. Continue reading