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So I’d heard that the Merchant’s House Museum did candle lit tours, and I persuaded Katherine and Duncan to come with us and meet my sister, over from London for the weekend. Jon navigated the website and got the not-as-cheap-as-you’d-ideally-like … Continue reading
The Union Square Farmers’ Market groans with stone-fruit. Wasps buzz around stalls laden with peaches, It’s been a long day apartment hunting ahead of our September 3rd move out deadline. And frankly, it’s not been any fun whatsoever. I load … Continue reading
Dubai, it turns out, it famous for dates. Every souk we wandered into, every shopping mall we navigated, was dotted with date shops catering to every budget and taste – from mountains of dried fruit piled in baskets scooped into … Continue reading
I recently spent a week at home in the UK. And, much to the delight of my Downton Abbey bereft American friends, my trip was a catalogue of quintessentially British cliche.
My Aunty Jennifer, of accidental sex grass fame, has been taking part in another biological experiment.
Big News from my friend Rachel who bounded into choir rehearsal with a huge smile on her face and a huge diamond on her finger. Graham had proposed. Excitement. Squealing.
Jon’s iPod shuffle, which has a flair for spontaneously coming up with the perfect life soundtrack, triumphed again this week. He emerged from the subway uptown to meet me grinning all over his face; “I really did take the A … Continue reading
“Good morning!!” beamed the guy behind the counter at Pain Quotidian, as I struggled to summon the words from my sleeping brain to convey that I needed a lot of coffee. “Are you having a great day?!”