Whether or not you know her, it’s time I lay it out there: I trust my friend Rogan’s opinion on just about everything. Not only does she have excellent taste in NYC roommates and undergrad liberal arts colleges, but I also defer to her on all red wine selection, white wine selection and Irish fiddleContinue reading “Raising the Barre”
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Oh, Canada: Toronto Vacation for the Win
I was standing on a busy street corner last week when a strange man I didn’t know leaned in from behind. “Nice sunglasses,” he crooned. Well-trained NYC women know not to engage with random weirdos offering compliments, so I murmured a sarcastic “thanks” – just shy of the “thanks, creep” I wanted to say –Continue reading “Oh, Canada: Toronto Vacation for the Win”
Art of Disguise: Sneaking Vegetables Into a Carb-Lover’s Diet
I might as well be watching Game of Thrones, blasting EDM and owning a cat I so hardly recognize myself: for the last several months, I’ve eaten ZERO vegetables. (Fine, zero may be an overstatement, but it’s been capped at, like, six total bites.) Once a staple of my diet – I’ve literally been knownContinue reading “Art of Disguise: Sneaking Vegetables Into a Carb-Lover’s Diet”
Pouring One Out for the OG Blog Dog
Before Lucille — or even Ben — graced these pages, about 85% of my posts were dedicated to a certain goldendoodle with great hair, a sunny personality and immediate star power that probably warranted its own spin-off blog but then what would I have written about here? Oh yeah, running. Forgot that’s what I foundedContinue reading “Pouring One Out for the OG Blog Dog”
Party Like It’s 1997
I might be biased by the fact that I was a very impressionable twelve years old, but 1997 was a true golden age of music. The world gave us so many hits that year: Chumbawamba’s Tubthumping, the Verve’s Bittersweet Symphony and Backstreet Boys’ Quit Playing Games (With My Heart), to name a few. We gotContinue reading “Party Like It’s 1997”
It’s My Party and I’ll Hygge If I Want To
My childhood was leave-it-to-beaver charmed, and never more so than on the days leading up to November 18. Every year, we’d check out the same “how to plan a birthday party” book from the library, design six to eight handmade invites for a sweet group of babes I’m mostly still friends with, and print aContinue reading “It’s My Party and I’ll Hygge If I Want To”
Walk on the Wild Side
I’ve always loved going to the movies. I love the smell of popcorn. I love the pure escapism. I love stubbornly following the rituals of theater-going that my dad instilled in me 30 years ago: never arrive after the lights go down, always guess how many previews there’ll be in advance, never sit behind aContinue reading “Walk on the Wild Side”
Something Old, New, Sweaty & Blue
Weddings — no matter how you slice it — tend to be pretty decadent affairs. If you’re a guest, it means hours of unlimited crab dip and bubbly, unless you were at our wedding, in which case you strangely chose to drink the bar dry of totally healthy full-cream White Russians. Mmm. If you’re aContinue reading “Something Old, New, Sweaty & Blue”
Runner Regrets
I’ve regretted a lot of things in my life: Mentioning every single one of Lucille’s ailments while on the phone with her prospective pet health insurer. Skipping Mitch Hedberg’s October 2004 show in Portland, convinced I’d get the chance to see him another time. This haircut. But you know what I’ve never once regretted? AContinue reading “Runner Regrets”
Dog Days of Summer, or Keeping Your Better Half Cool
I spend a lot of time on this blog talking about my own personal health and comfort. Today, let’s shift the spotlight to someone far furrier and less likely to hold a multi-year grudge: my dog. Lucille, as you’ve probably realized, gets a lot of real estate on this page, and for good reason: she’sContinue reading “Dog Days of Summer, or Keeping Your Better Half Cool”
