Wednesday, March 24, 2010


I think I'm on a roll.  I've walked the dog four days in a row (even in the snow!) AND I refused a handbag-browsing trip to Target with one of my favorite people in order to stay home and write.  Did somebody spike my orange juice with discipline?  

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

sewing mania

If only sewing produced great abs and a strong heart, I'd be posting youtube videos of myself in a half shirt showing off the latest fitness craze.  I love the way I can get lost (literally) in trying to make something as perfect as what I see in my mind.  Usually I fail, but it's all about process, baby.  I actually think there are a lot of similar impulses between writing and sewing.  Neither, however, will tone any muscles outside the hand/wrist region.  Nuts.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

so much more to say

I haven't even told you about the reading at Changing Hands where I was humbled by the rock star status (relatively speaking) of Jamie Ford and treated to my first ever free bookstore T-shirt.
Thank you, Changing Hands and Penna.  Yes, I know it needs ironing, but I wore it in Phoenix and promptly spilled Pomegranate MOJO all over the front, so it's fresh from the washer.

Also, I haven't mentioned the absolutely rejuvenating hike we took one morning in this beautiful preserve:

It really was incredible.  Lots of slate and E may have even decided that she wants to be the kind of geologist that studies rock layers to find out what was happening in the world way back when.  Anybody know the name for that career?

And T found lots of little tiny things.

A really memorable & delicious late night dinner that included cauliflower au gratin, Ceasar salad and pizza (who's the rock star now?!) at Parlor, a pizza place in an old beauty salon that is now uber hip and has this wallpaper:

Whoa!  Long post, I know, but after E pointed out that there were no homeless people in Phoenix, we were looking for cracks in their facade of Shangri La.  We noticed lots of fake tans and fake body parts and fine food and luxury cars and then, Ah Ha! we spotted a mullet:

Needless to say, it was a great trip and terrific being together and when we crested Nine Mile Hill, we saw lots of clunkers and the beauty of our shaggy home.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

road trip

We traveled west, through land still covered in snow.
Our destination was a resort in Phoenix--the land of saguaros and palm trees.
I should lay down some backstory here:  the Mister and I spent a week on a cruise ship right after our wedding and right before driving cross country for our new home in NYC.  Aside from the frat-like atmosphere of the boat, the record-breaking waves (resulting in record amounts of vomiting) and the anxiety about moving cross-country the moment we returned, we had a great time lounging in the cabin watching old Chips reruns and being newlyweds.  That said, I don't think you'll ever find either of us begging for another giant cruise ship vacation.  But that's kinda what the resort was like in Phoenix.  A lazy river, with everyone racing around on it, family trivia by the pool at six, and lots of beer--some of it in the hot tub.  For some, a winning combination.  For us, a little too reminiscent of the cruise ship. 
BUT, the moral of this story is that we really did have a great time just being together, escaping the resort, finding this amazing restaurant, this amazing yogurt shop and visiting this amazing retail phenomenon. 

Friday, March 12, 2010

march snow

left a nice replica of George Washington in our yard.
Also, some beautiful, fleeting images.
 And, a great reason to make this soup.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

why children shouldn't parent themselves

After many requests, I gave in and let E watch Edward Scissorhands.  She's a lover of Tim Burton, full of dark humor.  Case in point:
This is a recent scene in her room.  Goth Barbie loving a skeleton.  She's ready for Edward Scissorhands, right?  Wrong.  Very wrong.  Many tears.  Forever changed.  Sadness for poor Edward like I've never seen.  A deep sorrow for his solitude and fierce anger for the awful neighbors and grotesque boyfriend.  Never let me watch another PG-13 movie, Mom, she said with tear-filled eyes.  Yes, ma'am, I said, chagrined.

accidental brilliance of the phonetic variety

In one of T's recent drawings, there's a guy on his way to Loss Vegas.  Funny, no? 

it already looks quaint, doesn't it?

I've been toying with the idea of an e-reader, anticipating summer and the ease with which many books can be at your disposal at any moment.  But this photo was us a couple days ago, and I hate the thought of each of us with an electronic device in our hands.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

i know

the weather is turning and it looks like spring is on the horizon, but all I want to do is roast vegetables. 
If you've never roasted kale (yes, kale!) with a smidge of olive oil & salt, go now and do it.  Quick, before it's too hot outside to even think of turning on the oven.  

Monday, March 1, 2010


we made it!  The month of February is gone and aside from a souvenir Tintin book from Portland, we were true to the spirit of the fast.  I initially had to will myself away from the fabric store, and avoid Anthropology's neighborhood like the plague.  Darn the Gap and all its subsidiaries for sending me coupons and enticements throughout the month of February.  But I resisted.  And now I'd really like some new shoes.
These shoes, strangely enough, were left behind at the zoo's playground.  How is it that somebody can leave without noticing that they're missing one of their pair?  Maybe they, too, are on a fast and it's the only way to convince their mother to buy them a new pair of shoes. . .