Wild, Wild West (Side)…
I am being held hostage by jet lag. When you awake at 1 am and are ready to rumble your options are limited to quietly reading the NY Times online […]
I am being held hostage by jet lag. When you awake at 1 am and are ready to rumble your options are limited to quietly reading the NY Times online […]
Ventured to a neighborhood in transition last Sunday. We decided to attack the 5.5 mile trek through Central Park and cut through our very favorite spot, the Conservatory Garden. Destination, […]
Weekend Update… Saturday dawned cloudy, but unseasonably warm. We got up and out early and caught a 9am IMAX showing of the new James Bond flick, Spectre.
Why do you always find things that jump out and scream, “BUY ME” when you are trying so hard to repress retail therapy urges?
Once again, single in the city. Parting is such sweet sorrow and then you roll over, go back to sleep and the separation anxiety eases.
Spectacular fall weather in NYC last weekend. You just feel so happy to be alive and able to get out and dig deep into the greatest city in the world.
Start your engines…back into the east coast swing of things. As always, we hit the ground running.
I have published 507 ifthedevilhadmenopause.com posts. I woke before dawn, the rain was beating down and I was contemplating what the hell to write about for #508.