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Dear Dad

Dear Dad,

This will be my first birthday without you. You always sent me a sweet card in the mail and called to sing me the birthday song first thing in the morning. How I will miss that.

When I think about you that way, my heart aches. It’s better if I try to think about all of the wonderful birthdays you, Mom and I spent together. I am going to need every last one of those happy memories to get me through.

My 29th birthday

As the day approaches, I keep remembering your version of the story of my arrival. You used to tell anyone who would listen what it was like for you the day I was born, and it never failed to make me smile. Continue reading


I survived the mother-daughter weekend!

I had a mother-daughter weekend in the DC area. A cousin got married and Mom asked me to be her date. Dad is doing pretty well, but his health ups and downs mean he’s less likely to enjoy all of the standing around a wedding reception can entail, or a four-hour car ride.

I was [mostly] happy to step in, for the chance to see relatives and to try to see old friends in DC, time permitting.

And to see my mother too, yes. So long as she didn’t comment on my weight, hairstyle, lack of boyfriend and/or failure to visit.

The wedding was lovely.


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Happy birthday, Nana

My maternal grandmother would have been 106 years old today.

She loved crossword puzzles. (side note: I loved my Cabana East Motel t-shirt, and my mother loved having my hair cut short like a boy’s)

Side note: I loved my Cabana East Motel t-shirt, and my mother loved having my hair cut short like a boy’s, but those are stories for another blog post.

Birthday treats

My birthday, as you already know, was last week. I may not dance on table tops to celebrate [anymore] but I still like to have a good time.

This year, I was showered with treats by family, friends and colleagues. It was…sweet!

I’ll be posting about one of the meals soon. Bottega in Yountville deserves its own entry (and then some).


Greetings from Scranton


Northern Lights Coffee Shop - Scranton, PA

If you follow me on Twitter, then you already know that I arrived in The Motherland last night via Martz Bus. If you’re a hater, then you’re mucho jealous of my tres glam life right now.

I’m in Scranton because tomorrow is my awesome dad’s birthday (OK and also because I haven’t visited since Christmas). Dad would be chagrined to have you know it’s his 75th birthday so I won’t tell you. It will remain a secret.

For now, let’s revisit one of my favorite Dad-on-film moments.