The Northeast has a certain high-falutin’ way of naming its suburban wilds that somehow elevates them to the level of Inaccessible. For months I imagined that The Poconos (did I dare breathe its hallowed name?) was an enchanted playground for the rich & famous… not the birthplace of the in-room champagne hot tub. Similarly, I […]
Mr. M, Charlie, & I woke up this Friday morning to thick, fluffy snow swirling round outside our bedroom window. Mr. M, with his sizeable commute and morning errands, was a bit annoyed. Charlie Mae- upon setting one paw in an icy puddle on our stoop and immediately putting her gears in reverse- was horrified […]
I wish I liked art museums. Art-Loving Me would sip martinis and engage in witty banter about Jackson Pollock. Art-Loving Me would skip into the MOMA in ballet flats with a sketchbook under my arm (“for inspiration, darling!”). Marc Jacobs would likely make Art-Loving Me his muse. But- like pickles and Mad Men and pilates- […]
Not long ago, Mr. M remarked on how we’ve never actually walked the entire Brooklyn Bridge. This fact is revolting because (1) we’re trying to tourist our way through NYC while living here, (2) we have a ridiculous number of west coast guests come to stay with us who should’ve already dragged us with them […]
Frankly, y’all, I’m a little confused by this burgeoning side career, too. But exciting things have transpired, and I kinda want to share! A few months ago, I started moonlighting as an itinerary writer at Unanchor.com, concocting ridiculously detailed itineraries for similarly OCD travelers visiting New York City. I really love writing for the website […]
As everyone who hasn’t been living under a rock already knows, Frankenstorm hit the east coast like a bat out of hell on Monday night. The best description I’ve seen of Manhattan, post-Sandy, is that it’s now a city divided between darkness and light… above Times Square it’s easy to imagine everything is completely back […]
Sometime last year I read an article about how the last place people think to explore is their very own backyard. Well, not their actual backyard… their neighborhood, which is lucky for me because sadly, I don’t have a backyard. It’s somehow been scientifically proven that people take their hometown for granted. Until forced with […]
Adult gymnastics classes at New York’s Chelsea Piers? Watch out, Flying Squirrel, there’s a new…uh… squirrel in town. Yeah.
As you may or may not know, the third member of our little family is a scrappy beagle-terrier-chihuahua pound mutt named Charlie Mae. Mr. M & I spotted Charlie at a rescue while visiting family in Los Angeles and instantly knew she was destined to spend her days with us. Less than 24hrs after we […]
Moving to Manhattan from the west coast may have been more jarring than moving to a different country. I stepped off the plane into the whirling, bursting, blaring lights of Manhattan and pretty much froze with big saucer-eyes and my tail between my legs… like a poorly-dressed deer in taxi headlights. There was a whole […]