This week.

enjoyed the petal-strewn walk from the subway every morning
loved seeing old friends
ate at some delicious restaurants
 went to a lecture from John Piper and Tim Keller at our church

snuggled with pup
worked so, so hard (per usual)
thought about basketball too much
talked me into my worst nightmare (aka - going to a movie theater in Manhattan)

mostly slept
and stopped to watch traffic once.


On the need for better role models.

I'm keeping this fairly brief and then stepping off my soapbox, but I think there's something worth saying, especially in the aftermath of Hunger Games madness.

Recently, I've been preoccupied with the media's lack of strong, positive role models for young women. Rachel and Darcy of Something Borrowed? Destroying a lifetime friendship for the sake of a boring, noncommittal guy. Jamie of Friends with Benefits? Misguided and seeking intimacy without truth. Emma of No Strings Attached? More of the same.  Annie of Bridesmaids? Insecure, unfulfilled and an overall mess. Bella Swan of Twilight? I mean, really.

I'm tired of female role models without their own opinions. I'm tired of apathy. I'm tired of women who are bored of their lives and won't do anything to independently change their circumstances. I'm tired of women who need men to complete them. I'm tired of women who speak in short, breathy sentences, falling apart when their male counterpart runs off into the forest to do his vampire business. Yes, all (err, some) of these are real things that women deal with, and should be translated into cinema. But, for real - can we see these flaws against a balance of courage and self-sufficiency? No woman is so one-dimensional that she can be categorized as strictly "flawed" or "flawless". I want to see more real women who are dealing with both strength and weakness in a positive way.

It's 2012. Women have more opportunities than ever before, but if we don't empower adolescent girls to take chances, make plans and overcome the tough stuff, then Emmeline Pankhurst is going to roll over in her grave.

So if I say nothing else about The Hunger Games (and please, let that be the case), allow me to say this: I'm encouraged to see a young woman depicted as strong, capable, intelligent and captivating, yet still clearly flawed and dealing with these flaws in a real way. Even if her name is ridiculous.


Texas meets New York.

This morning I met up with my dear friend Sara (of The Hinton Hook-Up) for brunch at Landmarc at the Time Warner Center. Sara and I interned together in the CBS News Press Office two years ago and found that we had so much in common. We still do.

Sara is visiting from Corpus Christi for the weekend, but I do hope that she comes back (or moves!) soon. Things may be bigger in Texas, but Manhattan definitely has its perks!

p.s. - Do you see the buds on the trees behind us? I'm in love, I tell you. Spring is rocking my world right now.


Dear Husband.

I love you. Though you must know that by now.

In a note to his son, John Steinbeck wrote, "There are several kinds of love. One is a selfish, mean, grasping, egotistical thing which uses love for self-importance. This is the ugly and crippling kind. The other is an outpouring of everything good in you — of kindness and consideration and respect — not only the social respect of manners but the greater respect which is recognition of another person as unique and valuable. The first kind can make you sick and small and weak but the second can release in you strength, and courage and goodness and even wisdom you didn’t know you had."

I like to think that we bring out these things in eachother regularly. We have a good love. A great love. A love of big moments that bring out courage and goodness - and a love of small, quiet moments. A love that speaks with toes tucked under the other's legs. A love that shares interesting things that we've done or seen throughout our days apart. A love that makes inanimate objects talk and makes plans over cups of coffee. A love that holds hands on every walk. For every important step.

Do you remember the first time we held hands? It was in the car on the way home from bowling (before you found out that I hate bowling. And any other activity that requires shoe-sharing).

I never had to wait for you. To wish you'd just show up in my life already. To date a lot of duds before finding that you carry half of my heart. But I'm not sure it would have changed very much. I didn't need life without you know that life is so much better with you.


Spring in New York.

We've had some pretty amazing weather over the last week or so. The trees along 9th have started to bloom, the ice cone man set up shop on our corner and restaurants have opened their doors and windows to  move tables outside. We've especially enjoyed eating breakfast in the community garden next to our apartment and walking down to the Hudson with Gus.

Over the weekend, we did a lot of exploring in the area and tried a new coffee shop (Je and Jo) and a new bakery (Sullivan St. in Hell's Kitchen). We had dinner at some friends' apartment in Gramercy on Friday night. We snuggled a poor little pup after his bath. And we walked the High Line and Central Park, which never get old.

Happy first day of spring!


Thoughts from Gus.

Hi friends,

I had a tough weekend. It started when mom and dad decided I need a bath, which was upsetting on two levels - 1) I'm pretty sure I smell amazing all the time and 2) I hate baths. I thought they might be calling me into the bathroom to give me a treat because I've been so good lately, but they stuck me in water that covered my paws (!) and scrubbed me down with soap. Needless to say, I was trembling in the corner of the bath the whole time. But don't think I'm pathetic or anything. I showed mom and dad how fierce I am when I got out of the bath and shook water all over the room. I doubt they'll ever want to put me through that torture again.

Then I fell off the couch. At night, I like to climb up to sleep between mom and dad. It gives me the chance to lick mom's feet while dad gives me a belly rub. A win-win for everyone, I think. It was going really well until I attempted a new trick when jumping onto the floor. I must have made a terrible noise, because mom was really scared and dad was looking up emergency vet centers. I limped for a while, so dad had to carry me up and down all three flights of stairs when I went outside to do my business. Like I was a baby or something. It.was.humiliating. So I cut out the limping pretty quick and I try to race down the stairs before dad can pick me up. I'm feeling fine today, but I'm going to try to play into mom's sympathy for a while so that I keep getting lots of treats.

Hope your weekend was better than mine.

Sniffs and licks,


Dove Parlour.

The other night I met up with a few girlfriends for dinner at The Dove Parlour, a little bar right off of Bleecker. I hadn't seen these girls in a month, so my heart literally skipped a beat when we were reunited. I really value the friendships that I've made while living in Manhattan - sometimes this city can feel too big and impersonal without those relationships.

We need our girlfriends to share experiences with, because there are some things that my husband will never enjoy as much as I do. Like tea or the Twilight series or shoe shopping.



Lately, we've been taking a lot of walks. Exercising frequently. Meeting new people. Visiting Qdoba in the Village once a week (guacamole. it calls to me.) We've been celebrating birthdays. Perusing Etsy. Eating waffles. Going to client dinners. Buying flowers. Sleeping in on Saturday morning. Playing and listening to beautiful music. Making sure Gusington gets at least three belly rubs a day. 

Tonight, it's ridiculously warm in the city. Shorts-wearing kind of warm. If this weather were a person, I'd stage an embarrassing reunion with it, in which we'd run at each other with arms outstretched. But I can't say that we ever felt too distantly separated from this spring-like warmth. It's a little weird to think that winter is almost over before we got our fair share of it. But spring, I'll take you. 


In Connecticut.

This weekend we went back to Connecticut to visit our families. We went out to lunch, drew pictures, played Yahtzee and made a stop at my favorite antique store. My younger sister and I took Gus to the beach, where he ate sand, salt water and half a bottle of Gatorade. Back in the city, we are tired and not quite ready to begin another week. Sometimes Manhattan feels terribly far away.

Hope you had a wonderful weekend.


Madison Square Park.

Last night we met in Madison Square Park for dinner at Shake Shack. The weather was perfect - 60 degrees and slightly breezy. We sat at a table under the lights and ate s'mores custard (yes, please). Lately we've been talking a bit about short-term (and some long-term) cities that we might call home. But last night, under the Shake Shack lights with the whirlwind of New York swarming around us, I couldn't help but think that this may be one of the loveliest places on earth.


One day.

we will have ridiculously adorable children.

That is all. 


This weekend.

I wore ruby red lipstick everywhere we went. I baked a dozen blueberry muffins before church this morning. We wandered the Upper West and stumbled upon a great coffee shop and a little farmers' market. Husband started to teach Gus how to catch (he's learning, but all of those wrinkles get in the way). We had a date at Chelsea Grill on Saturday night. We took Gus to the dog park, where he spent half of the time hiding behind our legs. I woke up early and wished I hadn't, because the nest of quilts next to husband looked so terribly inviting.

And I thought a lot about work. About travel. About this time in our lives and how these days need to be longer. About a lot of silly things and other not-so-silly things. About how lucky I am to get to spend weekends with my very best friend and our very handsome pup.


I work here now.

And as much as I love the beautiful view and the lovely sunflowers at my desk,
I am thrilled to see this weekend.

Happy Friday!