"Do you realize that if we played by the rules, we'd be in gym class right now?" So I said to myself, standing outside Wrigley Field, staring at that famous sign, picturing a very young Matthew Broderick....and wishing I hadn't left my sunscreen back in Indiana. (Substitute "gym class" with "meeting" and we might be … Continue reading Deep-dish and hot dogs and donuts, oh my!
Memory
The Right Shoes
My blisters were about to burst. The back of my brother's head was shrinking ahead of me, disappearing into the midtown crowd. My resentment towards the city was growing after a few days walking in and out of Brooklyn and Manhattan. I was beginning to wonder what it was that people found so magical about … Continue reading The Right Shoes
The land of flannel and chai
Leave the flannel; take the Birkenstocks. So I told myself, standing over my already-overstuffed weekend bag at 3:00 a.m. on a recent Thursday morning. It felt...wrong, not to take a flannel to Seattle. But so my gut told me - leave the flannel, throw in the Birkenstocks. So I did just that. It was hard … Continue reading The land of flannel and chai
Oh Hi, Ohio
It had been a while, Ohio. Seven years, in fact. Long enough ago that I still didn't own a smartphone that time; how I managed to find my way in the era of printed-out directions is somewhat of a miracle. (Have I mentioned that I'm directionally challenged?) But that time I had a co-pilot, a … Continue reading Oh Hi, Ohio
The Smell of Summer; the Sound of Bluegrass
On my way home tonight, I couldn't help but notice that the air reeked of summertime. I don't mean sunscreen, mowed grass, or even an impending thunderstorm. All I could smell was fried food. And it smelled fantastic. The smell of fried food recalls to mind the nostalgic idea of the county fair (I've been … Continue reading The Smell of Summer; the Sound of Bluegrass
The Land of Inns and Maple
I am usually an over packer. This weekend was not a particular exception. The problem was - I packed for a warm Mid Atlantic spring, and found myself in a cool, muddy, New England...almost-spring. And I was wearing strappy flat sandals. I hadn't been up to Middlebury, Vermont in 20 years (for once, not a … Continue reading The Land of Inns and Maple
Finding the West Wind, On a Train
When was the last time you were on a train? How long of a ride was it? Being an East Coast girl born and raised, I always tended to think of the train as the best way to travel between Washington, D.C. and New York City, or between Washington, D.C. and various points in Maryland … Continue reading Finding the West Wind, On a Train
Memory and Travel
By now, you might have noticed something: I love Rehoboth Beach, Delaware. I am infatuated. I am smitten. I have been for as long as I remember. With a few exceptions, I've gone to Rehoboth every summer since I was born. (And clearly, recently I've been going there in colder months, too. I just can't.get.enough.) … Continue reading Memory and Travel
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