Thursday, May 28, 2009

yes, please!

loving these bags from luella. clothes super, too.

clever smart car

kept seeing these in paris and they've grown on me. how easy would it be to find a parking space! but i wonder: would driving down the highway feel like being in spin cycle?

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

happy birthday, terah!

it's my sister's birthday today, and since we're both on either sides of the country, i'm sending her love, love, love and a big wish that someone treats her to a zillion cupcakes!

lost and found

not sure about you, but i'd love to know the story behind this note posted on

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

but can you wear them to the supermarket?

sorry for crazy layout, but the point is, i'm dying for these completly fun and sexy shoes. then reality hits: would i wear them to stop n' shop? when i take the dog to the vet? picking up my kids from playdates? oh, you young, urban lovelies, enjoy it now and wear the most beautiful, insane heels you can! or maybe i should just go for it. what do you think?

Monday, May 25, 2009

memorial day musings

today the memorial day parade made its way down old post road in my town of fairfield, conn. i watched it with my sons, our dog (outfitted with a red, white, and blue bandana) and thousands of other townspeople cheering floats and marching bands and drum corps and cannons and souped-up cars carrying various parade princesses past white clapboard homes that have stood since the 1700s. it's a dazzling affair, but when the veterans pass by, marching with slow and quiet dignity, i always wonder how we can ever grasp the enormity of what they have given our country. so this memorial day, i turned back to a poem my father memorized as a child and taught me, as it seems to be the most appropriate tribute of all, a way of sharing -- with quiet dignity -- the magnitude of their courage and sacrifice:

In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly.

Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

-- By Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae

Friday, May 22, 2009


my family has scattered like leaves, and for years i haven't seen my step-sister, not since my step-father's funeral. it's never made sense, this leave-taking, since we used to do everything together. (lots of really awful living room productions of grease!) but yesterday she called out of the blue and we saw each other for the first time in over 20 years! we went to the oyster bar in grand central station (my step-dad's favorite stop-over before boarding the commuter train back to the suburbs) and talked and talked. seeing her beautiful, smiling face -- in fact, seeing anyone dear to me who's been absent -- always reintroduces me to myself, and makes me feel just little bit more whole. i wonder, do these suspended fractures happen to other siblings?

Thursday, May 21, 2009

perfect cookout

summer night + barbeque shrimp = heaven!

2 pounds large shrimp, unpeeled
1/2 cup olive oil
1/4 cup tequila
1/4 cup fresh lime juice
2 medium shallots, finely chopped
2 medium garlic cloves, minced
2 teaspoons cumin
salt and freshly ground black pepper

Thread 3 to 4 shrimp on skewers (note: soak bamboo skewers in water first or they'll burst into flames when they're on the grill). Slather with marinade, which is all the other ingredients whisked together. Marinate at least 2 hours. In the interim, invite friends over. Have cocktails. When shrimp's ready, cook for about 2 minutes. Serve with killer guacamole.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009


haven't written in a while but have been to paris for four, way-too-short days. i'm greedy. it wasn't enough, and i'm yearning for the beauty of paris and the possibility that travel brings, no matter where it that is our wanderings take us. i left my husband and kids at home for this trip, and though it's ugly to admit, i missed my children but not being a mom or a wife or an employee or all the other quotidian roles i play at home. so here's the stickler: how do we retain our dreams as part of our daily lives instead of living them out and squeezing them into four-day trips? and how am i ever going to learn to make vinagrette and coffee that tastes as divine as the salads and cafe cremes in paris?
on the bright side: found the PERFECT chandelier at the flea market. photos coming soon!

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

flower power

i love the spring peonies starting to bloom. think it may be time to plant some more.

Monday, May 4, 2009

state of play

saw state of play this this weekend, and it made me very homesick for newsrooms. russell crowe reminded me of an older, boozy reporter who told me on my first day at work: "kid, if your mother says she loves you, verify it." now, 20 years later, i've left journalism and am in a ridiculous, mediocre job, wondering why i left a profession i so adored. (can i say, "stupid, stupid, stupid me?" ) makes me determined to encourage my sons to follow their bliss, and guts, no matter what.

Sunday, May 3, 2009

spray paint!

amazing how much SATISFACTION seven cans of white glossy spray paint have given me. used them on the wicker furniture on our porch. never mind that i put off painting it for the past (ah-hem!) three years. i'm loving my "new" furniture, just in time for summer parties!