We just got back from a delicious dinner where Jason and I, the only Americans at the table, found ourselves proudly tracing our ancestry back to the Mayflower. Don’t ask. I really have no idea. We were out numbered by Europeans, and our self-satisfied Mayflowerian pontifications did not impress as we’d hoped, but rather inspired our table mates to spit… Read More ▶
I’m presently in a remote area of Spain outside a teensy, and I mean teensy, town made of stone called Calabuig, down a very long dirt road on a horse farm. And it’s one of the most happenin places I’ve ever been. Fancypants people from all over the world haul themselves and their many languages all the way out to… Read More ▶
Last week I put my sweet little butterball of a cat down after 20 years of spreading the love and the fur as only The Big Guy could. Putting him down was totally surreal, ridiculously devastating and apparently very liberating because days later I found myself on the phone with my landlord giving him my notice. On April 21st, 11… Read More ▶
A hundred thousand years ago I lived in Barcelona, Spain, with a bunch of friends from college. We lived in this big old building that, with its high ceilings, fabulous molding and gigantic French doors, was clearly all the rage in its day, but had since crumbled to a not so savory state by the time we got our hands… Read More ▶
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