Saturday, April 23, 2011


A taste of things to come:


Friday, March 25, 2011

pushing through

Searching for signs...

March can be the cruelest month for a north-easterner. Technically, it's spring. The clocks have sprung forward. The lion is destined to become a lamb at any moment. Any moment now. Waiting for the lamb. The snow flakes are still floating through the air these past few days, in spite of the increase in daylight and the arrival of spring.

I've gotten back to the gym following a prolonged winter hibernation and healing process. At the end of a particularly grueling hill climb in a recent spinning class, I watched snow-laden clouds gather over the billboard that now features a car instead of shirtless Abercrombie models of months past. As the sweating masses on stationary bikes (going nowhere) anticipated cresting the imaginary hill and being rewarded with the sweet feeling of an imaginary flat road on the other side, we were instead instructed to sit down and "push through."

That is what I feel I am doing now that I am once more encased in down from head to toe. Pushing through. I'm making note of every robin, every tip of crocus leaf, every bud. I'm searching desperately for the smell of damp earth beyond the chill in the air. It must be there somewhere, just around the corner of April.

Until then, I will push through.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

can you hear me now?


I used to be opposed to texting because I thought it allowed people to too easily avoid a phone conversation. Now I love texting because it allows me to easily avoid a phone conversation.

I used to talk to my friends on the phone for hours, locked in my room with the cordless phone until it died. Now we email.

I used to talk to my parents at least once a week. Now they are all international and we'll meet on Skype.

Now I say "I'm not a phone person." My friends all say to each other, oh it's ok that we don't talk that often because we're not really phone people. And, it's true.

Technology is a gift in that it allows me to send a pal a quick "I'm thinking of you," passively keep up with old aquaintances I would otherwise know nothing about by reading their walls, I have the freedom to write to the ether about my random musings, and I've even made a few "internet" friends. But...
I miss your voice.


Thursday, January 27, 2011

puppy love

A very good dog:

I am, because my little dog knows me. ~ Gertrude Stein


Friday, January 21, 2011


This Friday, I bring you some random musings on ordinary life.

Do you ever feel like you need one of these:

60 oz Jumbo Cocktail Shaker = $21.29

Shouldn't that straw be sprouting from Belle's back between her shoulders rather than from...:

At least she's BPA-free.
I think she might be screwed together wrong,
but they were all like this.

Does every 4-year old's birthday end like this:

Let this be a lesson to you.

A wonderful concept, yet somehow it sounds like an insult:

I give you CHEESE BOY.

May your weekend be full of wonder.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

paying attention

Today is a snow day. I think I enjoy them even more as an adult, except now I have my computer and email and phone at home with me. Still, it's a reprieve. And so, I am paying attention to the storm that has granted me this quiet time at home in my dimly lit apartment, baking bread, sipping mimosas, watching snow swirl.

Last night, the wind woke me up. It sounded like a living being, moaning, howling, shrieking; I listened to the millions of unique six-pointed snowflakes batter the glass. I thought about how strong the forces outside my walls are, and how warm and safe I am inside.

Scenes from a snow day....


Tuesday, January 11, 2011

personal penguin

Davy Jones + penguin = love
Rather, P + penguin = love

At long last, I have my own personal penguin. P has adopted me a little blue penguin from the New England Aquarium and I love, love, love him/her. Please enjoy the vocal stylings of Davy Jones (whom I would have asked to the prom if I weren't 32 and didn't already have a fabulous husband) to celebrate.

See pictures of my new baby here.

Happy day to you.

PS - Sandra Boynton, author of PP, is also the genius behind one of my other theme songs: "I Love You More Than Cheese..."