Sometimes a girl needs a cheap massage

Recently I have been under an unusually high level of stress. Obviously.

The morning after Arte Agave, I woke up not hungover, but sore.

#ArteAgave #tequila #mezcal #bowerycollective #skeleton #nyc

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My guess is that after fifteen margaritas (I exaggerate) and tequila punches, I slept in an unmoving heap for eight plus hours. Ouch. My neck, my back, etc. Continue reading

We almost lost him. Someday we will.

For the first time, I understood.

Instead of thinking “Daddy, please don’t die. Don’t leave me,” I just wanted him not to suffer. The selfishness of a daughter evaporated.

The doctors had Dad sitting perfectly upright, a mask covering his entire face and forcing air into his lungs. He was sedated, given morphine for pain. When I spoke to him and stroked his hand, Dad  opened his eyes and tried to reassure me.

“Rest, Dad. You need to rest. Don’t worry about me.”

And then I went out into the hospital corridor, nearly biting through my bottom lip as I tried to stifle my sobs.

With Dad during carefree times

With Dad during carefree times

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Greetings from Philadelphia

Hello friends,

My sweet Dad is back in the hospital so I hopped a train south from NYC today (Sunday) for some quality time. Hopefully a medication adjustment for this lousy condition gets him back to well pronto.

I grew up two hours from Philly and have visited plenty, but it’s still completely foreign to me.

Even in the city’s rundown parts, the architecture is breathtaking. Divine Lorraine Hotel is one example. I am fascinated with this building–and apparently I’m not the only one. There’s even a t-shirt.

A deal was recently made to reclaim the building and create apartments. Can you imagine living in this historic building?

More pics via Instagram (which aren’t embedding for me today – apologies):

https://instagram.com/p/30HEsUmMXy/?tagged=divinelorraine

https://instagram.com/p/3oj5Xrnk4d/?tagged=divinelorraine

https://instagram.com/p/3Z1YKMOQfN/?tagged=divinelorraine


I hope you’ll keep Dad in your thoughts. And I hope you’ll be patient with my lack of blog posts right now. I’ll be back on track soon.

I’m sorry for how I looked when I had cramps

Illustration by Chopstick Days. Click for more great illustrations

Illustration by Chopstick Days. Click for more great illustrations

I’m sorry

For how I looked

When I had cramps.

It was not my best day.

Actually, it was my worst day.

Until next month anyway.

Mom didn’t warn me

That there would be days like this

For the next few decades.

Perhaps she knew

Intuitively

That it wouldn’t be good for our relationship

Or her safety.

Smart, that lady.


These illustrations help me laugh at my pain.

My weekend in tweets, pics and gifs

It started off as many of my weekends begin: with a nap.

sleeping

My company offers half days for Summer Fridays, bless them. This week kicked my a$$ and I needed to recharge.

On Saturday, I headed over to East River State Park for Renegade Craft Fair. Why? Because my Twitter friends Joel and Steffanie would be there with their business, Old Town Suds.

Joel and Steffanie

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