Author Archives: Kate
Recently, I’ve been planning my work wardrobe around being able to wear leggings under things, and matching with my boots. The sidewalks are covered in gray ice. Salt stains the carpet. Things just got a little schlubby.
The internet is down. We must telephone Time Warner. It’s been 50 minutes. Jon paces the room ruffling his hair into an unruly afro. “I have pretty much no confidence that this is a path of enquiry that will lead … Continue reading
Some days, the wind blows in off the Hudson, through your coat, through your fluffy cardigan that looks as though it’s been made from the skins of Abominable Snowmen, through your thermals, through your skin, and straight to your bones.
Jo, aged almost 3, went to see the play version of The Snowman as his seasonal theatre treat. If you don’t know the story of the boy and his snowman who comes alive one night to transport him on a … Continue reading
So go on, confess, did you read 50 Shades of Gray? This was the question posed recently by my cousin to a room full of our relatives.
Great British Drama: the other night, I broke my parents’ kettle by boiling it with no water in it. The button clicked up and down, no lights came on. Heat was notably absent. So I boiled water in a pan, … Continue reading
These truffles are everything. Pink. Chocolate. Heart-shaped box. Boom. Hearts not your thing? How about Penguins? Terribly romantic when you think about it, mating for life. Until you eat them. 1940’s champagne saucers: the essence of glamor. And a bottle … Continue reading
Dom, fresh off the plane from Hong Kong, was excited to be invited to his first Giants game, “I didn’t know a lot about American sports, but I was willing to give them a go.”
It’s the most pretentious thing in the world to obsessed with small batch artisanal tonic syrup. That’s it really. But what’s a gal to do?
I’d toasted marshmallows before I came to America – of course I had. Pretty much the only thing that persuaded me to Guide Camp was the prospect of a toasted marshmallow. But real, genuine, smores? Nope.