Memorial Day weekend has come and gone. The traditional beginning of summer, this one like no other we've experienced, brings a little easing of pandemic restrictions, if not the anxiety that we're moving too quickly too soon. People are antsy, edgy, ready to go to the beach or the park, not to … [Read more...] about Rock paper scissors: my corona diaries
1 Car, 2 Cars, Red Car, New Car
I don’t really remember the first, first car my family bought other than that apparently my parents listened to almost five-year-old me when I requested “fire engine red” and that we bought it from the same car dealer from whom we would buy two of our subsequent cars. I do remember the … [Read more...] about 1 Car, 2 Cars, Red Car, New Car
#Throwback Thursday: A celebration of summer camp
It's 1 o'clock on a Saturday in Maine and my friend and I are frantically running around a local grocery store. We've been tasked with the real struggle of food shopping for the weekend for twelve women we are renting a house with. We brainstorm to accommodate the different food restrictions and … [Read more...] about #Throwback Thursday: A celebration of summer camp
#EndOfAnEra
In the Season One finale of Mad Men, back when the agency was just Sterling Cooper, Don Draper made an advertising pitch to Kodak for the new slide projector carousel (ironically something that my dad still owns and rarely uses). His pitch (which you can see in this video) drew on the premise of … [Read more...] about #EndOfAnEra
A Time Capsule
Everyone has a different idea of “home." To some it’s the people who come to mind when you think of home, to others it’s a specific place. The year was 1995, and my parents were actually buying their first home. I was turning nine and not happy about it. The first two months of my life … [Read more...] about A Time Capsule
Sugarholics not-so-anonymous
I’m the opposite of my mother and dessert is my THING. I pride myself on my baking skills—something I excel at probably because I love sugar so much. The “sweet tooth’’—which I definitely got from my dad—is a weakness of mine. Being an East Coast transplant, I can say with certainty there are a … [Read more...] about Sugarholics not-so-anonymous