Because of my obvious love of the city, I often get asked, “why don’t you move to New York?” Honey, I spent many a night this summer, lying in bed wondering what my destiny was. Should I just sell everything, pack up my clothes and move to a place that
I love this place called New York. Nowhere else in the world affects me like this city. Literally minutes after deboarding the plane my entire body is infused with energy. A bit trite, but I get a kick in my step, a smile on my face, and a sense of
What’s that saying? “A friend is someone who will bail you out of jail, but your best friend is the one sitting next to you saying, ‘Damn, that was fun!’ “ Well, that’s the type friend I have in Annie G. I was walking down Broadway in broad daylight, minding
Why is it that I always find myself in the middle of historic events. I was in Memphis when Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was shot. I was in France when their president Georges Pompidou died and I was shut out of the country when the 9/11 disaster occurred. Now I’m in New
Where do I start? I’ve got so much to tell. First time in my life I’ve ever arrived at the airport on time. Write that one down. The night before I left was quite eventful. We had a bad storm and a tree fell, covering the driveway. Then we
Two days ago, Parsons called and told me they had cancelled my class. I was devastated. Within minutes of posting my disappointment on Facebook, I had friends calling me on the phone and posting this one message: “You are going anyway!” Yep, my apartment was paid for, I had my
In doing research for my trek back to school, I happened upon this wonderful little hotel, The Jane. I look forward to visiting it while I’m walking the Meatpacking District, in the southwest part of Manhattan. The Jane’s efficiency rooms were inspired by luxury train cabins. Their tagline line is priceless, “For Travelers
A dear friend assembled a group of us for dinner the other night. Most of the gals in this group are going through the same stages I am – the empty nest, post menopausal, midlife crisis, omg-now-what? syndrome. Most are traveling through it with much more grace than I am,
I CAN’T REMEMBER by Paul McDonald Yeah, I choked up this morning as I walked out my door. It’s been the same routine for years now and it’s time I let it go. It’s sad enough to leave a place I’ve grown to love. But, I can’t take the same
A chain letter came across my email a few years back, asking us to name the 25 things that most identified us. Here are mine: 1. Although I dearly love Atlanta, I’d love to live in NYC at least for a year. 2. My favorite art form is graffiti. When
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