It was a beautiful – and gluttonous – weekend in NYC. After a work trip that took up most of my week, I was thrilled to get home.
Molly visited. It was so fun to meet her! We ate our way through parts of Manhattan and Brooklyn.
On Friday, we went big, starting with drinks at the Bowery Hotel. Our two bartenders were most charming.
When I was a kid, I desperately wanted a dog. My mother’s mother Nana lived with us though. Well, technically we lived with her but that’s another story.
Dad loved dogs, still does, and supported my interest in having one, but Nana either hated dogs or was afraid of them. Mom told me the latter.
“One day when Nana no longer lives with us, Daddy and I will get you a puppy.”
She didn’t wink or elbow me in the ribs while saying it, but the message was clear: when Nana died, I’d get my dog. Even though I was only five or six at the time, wanting a puppy became inextricably linked with a guilty feeling: “you want Nana to DIE!” I tried hard not to think about puppies. Continue reading
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