la vie

from top to bottom, l to r

defeated superhero, tribeca, nyc

old dog, tribeca, ny

paige nobles, fat radish, nyc

melted sno-cone, tribeca ny

le petit prince, staple street, nyc

amanda forman, pravda, nyc

lizzie turns 2, montclair, nj

the cupcake, montclair, nj

cory chisel, webster hall, nyc

books, my apartment, nyc

frances rose, the bowery hotel, nyc

the real garfield, 28th street, nyc

my muppet watching muppets, brookville, nyc

tina and julia, tribeca, nyc

sophie, brookville, ny

kaylee, lower east side, ny

Where the Buffalo Roam (and cross roads): Yellowstone

 

 

my nieces are too much

st. thomas

My parents had a free week in St. Thomas.

I hadn't been on a plane in over a year.

So my sister and I booked flights to meet them.

Must-dos:

Magen's Bay

Chez le Caribe - Order the wilted spinach salad, broiled shrimp and bananas foster

Old Stone Farmhouse - Order the spring rolls, and the shrimp hot pot or pad thai.

happy thanksgiving to all!

Oyster Bay Fish and Clam: How Dad and I Rung in Irene

We thought it would be the last of the Oyster Bay Fish and Clam, a little gem of a bar/restaurant, but thankfully, it was spared!

My dad took me the Saturday afternoon right before Irene hit, as I had never been and Oyster Bay was deemed to be a disaster zone. So we rung in the storm over clams, oysters, and beer. 

making messes

Found!

  in my childhood chest

by my sister katie, 1987

dad text messages: chapter hurricane irene

west virginia

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new york has been draining

so my dad and I took a 9 hour road trip down to west virginia

perspective, adventure, and some root-tracing

highlights of the trip included:

carving my initials next to chrissy's, my dad's, and my dad's mom 
(who I never met) 
on what the family calls "the big rocks"

the laughter and fun while playing basketball with my
second cousins 
(who I had just met that day!)

tracing my genealogy to 1754 

the sky

and exploring old houses 

house exploring

 

 

 

 

What the waters wants is hurricanes
And sailboats to ride on its back
What the water wants is sun kiss
And land to run into and back

I have a fish stone burning my elbow
Reminding me to know that I'm glad
That I have a bottle filled with my own teeth
They fell out like a tear in the bag

And I have a sister somewhere in Detroit
She has black hair and small hands
And I have a kettle drum
I'll hit the earth with you

And I will crochet you a hat
And I have a red kite
I'll put you right in it
I'll show you the sky