I forage and Leah dreams up delicious dinners.  A loaf of Fire Island Rustic Bakeshop sourdough was the perfect vehicle for Alaskan side stripe shrimp  set on a schemer of  lemon ricotta and dressed with sautéed fiddlehead ferns that I had foraged earlier in the day on a hike in Girdwood.

East village. 


Blanche’s Tavern… better known as Lucy’s.  If these walls could talk! ((thankfully they can’t ))  in the mid 90’s I sat at the bar one afternoon waiting on a roommate and ended up with a job. Picture a grandmotherly Ukrainian woman who doesn’t take any guff and really doesn’t give a crap who you are…. behind the bar from sun down to sun up on the edge of alphabet city when it wasn’t so trendy to see and be seen.  I worked there off and on for years….and on the rare chance I find myself on Avenue A you bet I swing by, say hello and maybe shoot a game of pool with Lucy for old times sake… I Love Lucy.   ( & you would too. )


saturday night vinyl…in Providence!



Providence!  A few days in Providence means some quality time with Kim, Jere and the Kitty Crew… along with a mini food tour and some snowy good times in the park! This time we tried a few new ( to me ) places… Ogie’s Trailer Park has super fun vintage decor that is a throwback to the 1950’s space age style.  The food situation is an order at the window and they bring it to your table while the drinks come directly from the bar.  The menu is a selection of grilled cheeses along with Tater Tots. Yep. Tots.  It’s pretty straight forward but it is all done well and worth adding to the Kim, Kara and Kerry Providence Food Tour list. Hmmm… maybe that should be a post that gets updated now and then… we’ll get back to that one.  Before the blizzard set in we ran a few errands and stopped at Olga’s Cup & Saucer for brunch.  The donuts!  I know it’s a thing now but they were really good!  Service was great and the food was delish! We’ll be back for sure.  We rounded out the weekend cooking at home while the snow fell outside.  It was Saturday night so of course there was some vinyl on the record player… this time we went with Sinatra to go along with the Italian feast we prepared.  Of course there was frolicking in the snow to follow!


ramblings and reflections.

On October 15th I will turn 45.

I have never been one for big birthday celebrations and have not really put that much stock in age… my mother has always said “it’s just a number”  & the traditional milestones of 16,18, 21, 30…all came and went and I don’t really have any memory of what those days events were.

At 40 I was determined to mark the life I had lived with some sort of celebration, so I embarked on 40 for 40 –  40 days of things big and small to mark the occasion.  A concert, ice cream with a friend, a coffee date, a skype… all culminating in a dinner with some of the ladies that raised me ( mom C, mama Q, & aunt Helen ), my bestie from the age of 6 who is like my sister, a dear friend and my godson.  This celebration dinner I remember and will always cherish.  But now, here I am turning 45.

I have never married, or even come close.  I have never had children, being a mother wasn’t something I ever longed to be.  I don’t own a house… at the moment I am a bit of a nomad, and the largest purchase I have ever made besides health insurance is a car.  Single, never married and no children…not a homeowner, no college degree or 401K… by all accounts and expectations of the traditional life – I have failed miserably.

And yet, here I am… still standing.  For the most part I relish in my single, childless, freedom, the ability to go where the wind takes me…but I would not be human if I didn’t admit that I do have those moments where I look back and wonder what have I done with my life?

I have been an event designer and planner, planning and executing every last little detail of the most special days for weddings, anniversaries, engagements, birthdays, bar/bat mitzvahs and all kinds of social celebrations for the last 27 years…a little ironic, eh?

I have, and continue to live, a free spirited life with incredible friends, near and far, who have been through the toughest and most joyous times with me…I lead a life that is never boring and always filled with adventures, big and small… I have been involved in my communities, participated in the civic process, worked on campaigns and volunteered for numerous organizations.  I am a small business owner, entrepreneur, artist and designer who is passionate about the environment, and our oceans.  My luxury items if stranded on a desserted island would be seltzer and avocados…

Sometimes when you embark on a new path you get diverted…I expected this year to go very differently…I thought I would be settling in Alaska by my 45th birthday but my body had other ideas.

Hysterectomy.  On the last day of my 44th year I will check into the hospital….the lady parts have been causing a heck of a lot of trouble and it is time for them to go.  I look forward to the relief, to feeling whole and better and to life without a uterus.

I have had waves of varying emotions from feeling incredibly alone, sadness and even a little anger to relief, and looking forward to feeling better.  Although I never aspired to be a mother and have chosen the path less traveled in most situations, I wonder at times how I ended up here.. and then I take stock in my life and I am filled with overwhelming gratitude.  So to my uterus I say good riddens… we’ve been together for 44 years but it’s time we go our separate ways.

I have the best friend family a girl could dream of… they are incredible, and through all of this they have supported me, made me laugh when I felt like crying, been by my side when I felt so alone, sheltered me, fed me and reminded me that it takes a village… not just to raise children but to support and raise each other up.

We are all fighting a battle that no one knows about and one small random act of kindness could really make someone’s day.  Go out into the world and be kind.


p.s. Alaska, I will see you soon… it’s just taking a little longer to get there. 😉