On being a certified hipster.

Just in case you forgot how cool I am, I wanted to let you know that I occasionally wear fake glasses. What's that? FAKE, you say? An affront to the visually impaired everywhere! 

But I'm pretty sure it's allowed, since I wore big honkin' glasses (that make these babies look downright applaudable) all the way through elementary school and am still so very, very visually impaired without my contacts... or the other glasses I own, which are normal-sized.

My husband thinks they're just so gosh darn attractive. He adores hipster fashion.


This month.

We love you, November.
You and your pre-Thanksgiving Christmas decorations.
Your impossibly dark mornings.
Your changing colors and the reintroduction of peppermint lattes.
Even the way you made us dig out those winter coats.


The Christmas season.

The Christmas season is in full swing over here. The halls have been decked, the tree has been set up, the tea has been brewed and the music has been played. I am positively giddy as we prepare for another Christmas in New York.


Happy belated Thanksgiving.

We have much to be thankful for this year. 
Enjoying time in Connecticut with family
and hoping that you're surrounded by love and thankfulness, wherever you are. 


East Village in the Morning.

Yesterday we made it to the early service at church (it might have been the first time we've had ourselves together enough to be somewhere at the same time by 9:30am), and we made our way to the East Village for brunch afterward.

There's something completely enchanting about the city in the morning. It's in the darkness of the storefronts and the ability to hear your own footsteps. I've talked about it before - that stillness before the world comes alive. Both humbling and intimidating, the recognition that your place is small in the framework of it all. A beauty in knowing that there's so much more to learn of life, of the other lives that pass you by, of the way the world looks from their eyes.


Black Door.

The other night we celebrated my friend Holly's birthday at Black Door, a dog-friendly (!) bar in Chelsea. And here we are - smiling, hugging and looking like a bunch of raccoons.


Thoughts from Gus.

Hi friends,

Good news! I'm learning how to read. So far, I'd say it's been a mild success. I thought Mom and Dad would be happier with my progress, but they were more concerned that I "destroyed" their magazines. They just don't understand how difficult it is to turn pages without opposable thumbs.

My life is hard.

Sniffs and licks,


Boston in the fall.

I spent the weekend in Boston, visiting a few of my dearest friends. One who is talking about a move across the country, one who is settling into her new Cambridge apartment, and one who is planning an August wedding. And I'm always startled by how quickly it happens - one minute you're smearing chocolate ice cream all over your face or sitting around in a tankini (yikes) at your 16th birthday or walking across the quad to a chemistry class, and the next you're making plans that don't seem quite so far off.

I can't help but think how lucky we must be to grow up and know that we are separated by a few hours - nothing more. Boston isn't such a bad place to visit, after all.


Opening Night.

We had the privilege of being at the opening night of Annie yesterday, as one of my step second-cousins (that's real, right?) is an understudy for Grace. Annie was my first Broadway experience back when I was 6, but this may have been the first time I actually saw the performance because I forgot my glasses the first time. However, I do recall taking a bunch of photos with my sister that day (wearing matching dresses, obviously), and it's probably to the benefit of posterity that I forgot my glasses. Proof. As if I needed more evidence that I was an out-of-towner.

And holy cow are those kids talented. Nothing says "you can't sing worth a darn" like an 11 year old who can belt "Maybe" while tap dancing and running up stairs.

Hooray for Desi and a big thank you to my grandparents for tickets!


First snow.

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"The snow itself is lonely or, if you prefer, self-sufficient. There is no other time when the whole world seems composed of one thing and one thing only." - Joseph Wood Krutch

The first snow fell in New York City today. It was a completely wonderful (semi) surprise. 


Another November from our one-bedroom in Hell's Kitchen.

We're at the start of one more November in our little one-bedroom apartment. It truly is the best time of the year in New York. That's saying a lot, because many of you know how I feel about the Christmas season.

This is the second and, quite possibly, our last November in this home. A month of watching the trees in our community garden make their final steps in becoming brilliantly orange and yellow before carpeting the ground. A month of jacket-wearing, tea-making and apple cinnamon candle-burning. It's the initial reminder that another year is coming to a close, and we are older and (hopefully) wiser for it. This is the month of thanksgiving, and we have so much to be thankful for. 

On another note, I've been listening to these awesome people pretty much nonstop lately. Someone teach me how to play a mountain dulcimer so that I can start my own folk band? 


Thoughts from Gus.

Hi friends,

My parents dressed me up in this stupid thing on Wednesday. It's offensive on two levels - (1) I could never ever make any friends wearing this tasteless outfit and (2) where do they get the idea that I'm a bad dog? It's rude. 

Thank goodness Halloween only comes around once a year.

Sniffs and licks,