Monday, December 15, 2014

the holiday season is here. hurray for christmastime!


we are so in the spirit of christmas, the tiny fake walgreens tree would not do. we went out and got the real deal from the boy scouts. perfection!

Monday, November 24, 2014

sister time is the best time.

here are a few pictures from my recent trip to south florida for my birthday. its was a magical time with sisters Charlotte and Jean and cousin Sooz.



Saturday, November 15, 2014

Friday, November 14, 2014

Marco Island birthday celebration.


Sister selfie!

we are 50.

And enjoying every minute in south florida!

Monday, November 3, 2014

Fall is here indeed.



chilly temps, golden hills, and the rise of sparkling new towers across the skyline. nashville is growing, changing and evolving, even as the leaves take flight.

Friday, October 31, 2014

Thursday, October 30, 2014

Ghouls and goblins soon will gather.

the boy is going to be some kind of swamp monster for halloween. this time no goulish make-up, just a mask and creepy costume, including a plastic breastplate designed to look like exposed bodily organs. oh, and he's carrying a bloody hatchet. nice.

enjoy the halloweens in which you can dress your little ones as ladybugs, chickens and kitty-cats, for those days are short indeed.

Friday, September 12, 2014

Wayfarer: A poem


I am on my way
The path is familiar
But foreign
I am alone,
But one with the city
I am a stranger
But I am at home

The towers they feed me
The skyline fills my lungs
With sweet breath
Sweet release

High above me: sparkling silver monoliths
Below me: concrete, rocks, a lost Metro card
Grates, sirens
the chuff of a city bus
The rumble of trains
beneath my feet
It is music
No words need come
The song is around me
In me
Carries me

I am on a journey
to me
Away from me
To a better me
The me I once thought I’d be
The me I forgot I was

The cabbies insult
Swindle me
The air is noisy
Crackles
When you inhale

I am conspicuous
Invisible
As I make my way down Park Avenue
Sleek storefronts
Windows iridescent
All the way to the Niederlander alone
Without a map
Without looking up
Pretending
I live nearby
and am simply out for a stroll
Off to see a friend in a show

I pretend
but I am
fooling no one
I am a tourist
Ah, there it is
That dirty little word

You see,
No matter how many times
I hail a taxi from LaGuardia
In my smart black slacks and heels
And my soft grey turtleneck
And the plaid scarf I bought in the Village
with the tiny Louis Vuitton bag
slung over my shoulder like a prize
like a ticket for entry

No matter how many times
I step out of the cab onto 58th
Looking for the chocolate shop that I love
That isn’t there any more
I am reminded
I am not here to blend in

I know this

I am here
to be me
Be somebody else
Be who I want to be
Wear the city like a coat

I am here to breathe it all in
The startling crisp air
The teetering heights
The urban cacophony
The hum, the crush, the whir
The glorious madness

I am here to take it
Take it all
as much as I can
and hold it tight

Before I go home
Breathless and beatific
In a cab ride back to LaGuardia
Storing it all up
For another year’s worth
of dreams

photo by joan
this poem was born at the writing circle

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Co-bros.

Here's my boy (left) with my twin's two boys. A rare confluence of cousin-brothers. A spectacular trip home to Illinois.

first day.

First day of third grade. So far he loves it.

Friday, July 11, 2014

double dog dare ya.

delectable dark roast beans.

must have this cup.
dying to try the new double dog dare espresso from Tampa's premier craft coffee roaster and café buddy brew.

their motto is "Brew Good. Do Good."

Right on.


Thursday, July 3, 2014

Home again.

Time for some Buddy Brew and then some pool time. Let the holiday weekend begin.

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Gopher tortoises, goodbye.

Heading back home now. Will share more pictures of our fabulous trip soon.
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