Messy. Shady. Honest.
. I have been dreading the first time I would be flying again. Travel used to be fun. Always a pain and complicated for no reason, but in the past I never had the fear that complete chaos would take over the plane the way it has because of the pandemic. This past Sunday was... Continue Reading →
“It’s a New Year, it’s a New You!” This is an ad slogan for a diet program that seems to run every year around the holidays to get us all to put the fork down and eat less and therefore, become a new person. I have dropped ten pounds before and I am still waiting... Continue Reading →
There's a girl crouched down in front of a large chain drug store, cell phone pressed to her ear with one hand, a cigarette in the other. Her nose ring catches the sunlight for just a moment and her mouth speaks silent, urgent words that I cannot hear until I am walking right by her... Continue Reading →
There are many terms used to describe spinal disc pain, such as "herniated disc," "impinged nerve," and "bulging disc." After viewing my MRI and seeing the large, blobby intrusion that was stomping on spinal column, radiating pain down my sciatic nerve, I came up with my own term. Little Back Nugget. Let me tell you... Continue Reading →
Sizzling bacon. Fluffy pancakes. Thick, creamy milk shakes. Whether immortalized by singer-songwriter Suzanne Vega in 1981, or as a meal-time staple for Seinfeld and his pals, New York City diners are where it's at. I grew up going to diners in Michigan with my dad to have breakfast. That’s really where it started and kind... Continue Reading →
New Yorkers will stand in line for anything. Last summer I stood in line at 7:30 am on a Saturday morning to try to get the infamous “Cronut” by Dominque Ansel in Soho. My girlfriend and I waited there for about an hour or so and moved maybe a few feet or so before a... Continue Reading →
Lately, I have been complaining about some of NYC's shortcomings and I feel like I need to cut the Big Apple a slice of slack. I get pretty hostile when I have to do things I consider unpleasant. Any kind of chore or errand for instance. Stopping for gas. Ugh. I am the worst at... Continue Reading →
Sooo…. It turns out I was correct. It’s rare, but sometimes it happens. The day after posting NYC: Medicine Cabinets & Condiments, Where have you gone? my husband and I went to have brunch at a Cal-Mex restaurant we’ve been wanting to try in the neighborhood. The menu looked fabulous and we ordered right away.... Continue Reading →
Since moving to New York City, my husband and I have moved five times. In less than two years. There was the initial staying with a friend’s mom in her basement for a couple months, corporate housing for a week on the Upper West Side, the hellish month-long ordeal smack dab in Times Square, the... Continue Reading →
Some people say, marriage is just a piece of paper. Well, I’ve been married 52 days and I still don’t have that piece of paper. The Queen’s County City Clerk’s office has actually beaten out Comcast, Time Warner Cable and Verizon for the worst customer service possible. Trying to get a human on the phone... Continue Reading →
An Honest Swallow 