I told you about the party so I figure sharing a few pics is the least I could do.
In order to keep my friends as friends, I will be selective. Surely you understand.
While I was in San Francisco recently, my friend Carolyn invited me to tag along to her friends’ party in Napa.
I was a tiny bit nervous about fitting in. Surely people who live in Napa must be way cooler than me, right? At a minimum, they would know lots more about wine. Continue reading
(even if you are just 45 degrees in late April) Continue reading
There’s a point on Route 46 East in New Jersey where you hit the top of a small hill and get your first glimpse of the New York City skyline.
Every single time, this drive makes my heart ache.
I remember being a little girl and visiting my Aunt Mar in Parsippany with my mother and grandmother. Sometimes we’d leave her apartment and go into the city for a few hours or two stay the night.
Later, the view meant that I was returning home after a visit to my family in Scranton.
For ten years, while I lived in DC, I didn’t see that view very often. Which is probably why that glimpse of skyline still feels like a gift a year and a half after making my return.
The leaving made the return sweeter.
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Friends with ties to Canada have raved about poutine for-ev-er.
“What’s it all about?” I asked.
“Fries, gravy, cheese curds, OMG,” I was told.
Other than the ‘curds’ part, it didn’t sound much different from the fries with gravy and cheese I ate in diners with high school friends.
And it wasn’t. Color me underwhelmed, poutine.
Poutine pictured above via Real Sports in Toronto.
