I went to sleep last night to the drone of cars, people’s voices, and a general hum of electrical whatnots, and guess what, woke this morning to the same noise as if nothing stopped while I slumbered. Just a friend once said upon leaving New Orleans, I want to go back to a town with only one festival, I want to return to a city that does sleep and where mornings are slower. Right now…
Tomorrow is St. Patrick’s day and I’m not sure if it is celebrated more here in New York or more in New Orleans, but either place is going to be serving up a lot of green beer. Sigh.
I opted to put my feet up and order room service and rent a movie – Where the Wild Things Are – what is it with these tear jerker grown up kid movies like Up and now this one? Both made me so melancholy and I’m just wondering what audience they are written for because they both are so dark for kids. i was talking to someone today who said that he told his 12…
I’ve spent a decade staying at the Muse on 46th between 6th and 7th – loved it but grew tired of Times Square especially considering I could hardly ever get to a play on my trips here. But after a conversation with a colleague I opted to explore a different area of New York – the Bowery – and now find myself at the crossroads of Soho, the Village, Union Square, and a whole other…
A neighbor asked me to write an article about Faubourg St. John. I wrote it and sent it off to him to send in, and he wrote back that the last paragraph made him cry. He said he was perhaps overly sentimental but I know that it is, indeed, me. Yesterday on my plane ride into Detroit, which was the first stop on a long journey trying to get to New York after this weekend’s…
Usually I wake up in the morning and T is talking already, she wakes up with words gushing out of her mouth. I always marvel at her ability to find speech so soon after sleep. Similarly, at a certain point even before he wakes, T2 is talking up a storm about something that nobody knows – Da Da, Moo Moo. About this time, Loca jumps up in the bed and does a few downward dogs…
The great what if’s – what if you woke this morning and sleepily said to the world that you were not afraid – not afraid to fail, not afraid to go broke, not afraid to embarrass yourself, not afraid to die? I was thinking about this as I had my tea – way too strong tea for my caffeine insensitivity, but I decided to just go with it. Last night flying in on the plane…
T handmade me two photo books to carry with me on trips – one is about us as lovers and has many photos of us together. The other is about us as a family and has many photos of Tin, me, Loca and Bam Bam as well as her in it. I came back to The Bowery after having had an curtailed trip last time to New York and am sitting in a similar room…
Here is what you need when you bring home a baby: A crib – even a portacrib works A changing table A video monitor A thermometer A nail clipper Diapers and wipes and sign up for Amazon prime so you can have these delivered Onesies Baby carrier – highly recommend Moby for infants and Ergo Baby for 9 months and up A few baby books like Goodnight Moon and I Love You Stinky Face
I was laughing with a friend about how I keep calling the pediatrician the vet and she said she did that for a long time herself. But pets do prepare you for a child. Pets like routine and so do babies. Pets like praise and so do babies. Pets don’t like to be scolded or told no, and neither do babies. And the bonus is pets greet you with a smile when you walk in…