Sunday, October 26, 2014


A gift from the gods of fall storms on my windshield.

One of the joys of working with children is staying connected to their calendars, and ways of celebrating a change in season.

Whenever I remember that part of my job is organizing autumn-themed craft nights for kids, or planning city-wide Halloween events where I am encouraged to dress up, I feel like the luckiest fish in the sea.

These calavera masks are part of my workday! I am so lucky whee!

And sometimes I celebrate autumn like a kid just for the heck of it.

I love that this captured a cart full of treats. But I have no idea how this got taken on my camera.

Sunday, October 12, 2014

Wild West Wednesdays (er, Saturdays)

Welcome to New Jersey's #1 Country Bar: The Colorado Cafe in Watchung, New Jersey!

Let's get one thing out of the way: I did not ride the mechanical bull.

But I did watch others do it for a bit:

The boots came out for this night:

Ladies in plaid:

Line dancing left us all with some questions. How does everyone know all the steps? Or which moves go to which songs? And, why does everybody want to kick my ass?!

Monday, September 29, 2014

Nothing gold can stay. Except for Pac-Man. PAC-MAN IS FOREVER.

It's been unseasonably warm for the last week of September, and I've been keeping the dream of summer alive at the Jersey Shore.

Something we all need now and again is GETTING NOSTALGIC OVER ARCADE GAMES!!!


And then, well, cook. Fresh, green, spicy food. With new and exciting recipes.

Nature's first green is gold, after all.

Food usually makes me happy, but a beloved restaurant in Asbury Park, NJ recently announced it will be closing this week.

So we had to visit and sneak in one last meal at Goldie's. OH THE PISTACHIO GUACAMOLE! HOW WILL I LIVE WITHOUT IT?!

We soothed ourselves with cupcakes. And puns. Confections of a Rock Star in Asbury Park is not to be missed!

Friday, September 19, 2014

House of Words

There’s nothing so special as time spent with grandparents. My memories of this side of the family are tactile—specifically, the joys of reading for hours under an afghan on a brown leather couch.

House of late-night card games, bottomless coffee pots, fully stacked bookshelves. House of print, print, print! Magazines, newspapers, music sheets.

So many of the books that have shaped me came from this house—books by Thomas Merton, Wallace Stegner, Willa Cather.

House of words, trying to make the perfect play in Scrabble. Curiosity about all the words, what they mean. Change this letter, why is this here, how can I play a “Q” without a “U”?

House where 10:30 a.m. on a Sunday is the right time to crack a beer—church duties being fulfilled, of course.  House of nodding off for a nap while the piano is playing, and there’s a lovely voice singing a hymn.

A Midwestern home, to be sure. And though it's never been my mailing address, a house that, when I visit it, feels like coming home.