Skip to content

Category Archives: Travel

The London Papers

Monday, March 29, 2004

At O’Hell, we stand outside for a moment to catch our breath before setting into motion the wild unstable ride of what will in stories be referred to as Once When We Went To London. We are soon joined by a group of kids, two boys and two girls conforming to the current individualistic trend […]

Also filed in Esteban Is Awesome | Tagged , , , , , | Comments (1)

Hi, have we met? I’m the wife of Kermit the frog.

Monday, June 23, 2003

Another bulleted travelog. Because it’s easier this way. Trust me. Easier.     I walked into Tiffany’s in Union Square, feeling the full weight of my unencumbered gold MasterCard in my DKNY tote. I saw a pair of diamond and aquamarine earrings that tickled my fancy. “Excuse me.” I said to the lady behind the […]

Also filed in Bloggy Goodness | Tagged , , , , , , | Comments (1)

Tales from the Battlefield of Beauty

Monday, June 23, 2003

I didn’t die. So much. So much. And I wrote an outline, but I left it somewhere, so now must traverse onward. I should probably wait to post this until I have pictures, but I won’t. Because I love you all too much to keep it from you. Yes, you. Love you more than all […]

Also filed in Being a Girl Is Hard | Tagged , , | Comments (2)

Karmic debts really stink

Friday, March 15, 2002

  Two bits of disturbing news yesterday. First, if I had decided to stay in Atlanta to see Tuesday night’s opening performance of Rent, I would have likely been traveling northbound on Highway I-75 on Wednesday morning. We were on that very stretch of highway roughly 24 hours previous to that terrible crash. And that […]

Also filed in | Tagged | Comments Off on Karmic debts really stink

At least we didn’t go through Nantucket

Friday, March 8, 2002

3:30 A.M. Mile 0 ESTEBAN: Come on… time to get up. WEETABIX: But I’ve only been asleep for an hour and a half. ESTEBAN: You shouldn’t have stayed up so late. WEETABIX: Don’t use up all the hot water. ESTEBAN: Why? WEETABIX: Because I’m going to take a shower too. ESTEBAN: What? Why? WEETABIX: Don’t […]

Also filed in | Tagged | Comments Off on At least we didn’t go through Nantucket

Homesick for the motherland

Wednesday, May 9, 2001

Today, I’m all about Europe. Yep, it’s approaching the fourth anniversary of my trip to England and every year this strange phenomena happens: I get the crazies about the U.K. I cannot truly explain the longing that I feel for that place. It’s an ache. If I had been there longer, I would almost call […]

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...
Also filed in | Tagged , | Comments Off on Homesick for the motherland