Tag Archives: New Jersey
I’m headed home Wednesday for Thanksgiving in New Jersey. It’ll be our family’s first Thanksgiving with the new member of our third generation, Jack Michael. We’ve always been a pretty nuclear family, just the four of us, five since my … Continue reading
Last week, I went home (one of three homes — I am a woman rich in emotional connections if not real estate) and did a thing. It wasn’t a big thing; indeed, it was a pretty small thing in many … Continue reading
How badly I feel, little blog, for neglecting you. It feels longer than a day and a half, but still. I’m in the city for 48 hours before leaving tomorrow afternoon for a conference in Charleston. Laundry, garbage, recycling, packing, … Continue reading
Coffee. Where is the coffee? Did anyone make coffee? Photos, till I get coffee…
I haven’t stayed up to watch Jon Stewart in so long. And oh my God, I want to be Canadian. I still hate Oprah. I hate her so hard. This is basically filler. Sorry. Homecoming!
I’m heading to New Jersey once again tomorrow. This time it will be a family dinner at the Old Rail, one night in my old bed, and then off to homecoming at my alma mater Friday morning. Going back to … Continue reading
I love coming home, but I usually start thinking about getting back to Washington about 36 hours in…this trip is no exception. Back tomorrow. More then.
In first and second grade, my best friend in the world was named Adrienne. She had beautiful curly red hair. I lived on Fourth Avenue and she lived on Tenth. One day, Adrienne invited me home to play after school. … Continue reading
Today, I took Metro to Amtrak to New Jersey Transit (was supposed to be a train but ended up being a bus) to the car. I hit the back door, went straight for my swimsuit — I’m still kicking myself … Continue reading