Phew, what a birthday. You’re only 60 once, so why not blow it out for weeks. That’s exactly what I did. Two dear friends from church treated me to a big ol’ steak dinner. Yeah, Ruth’s Chris, no less! A girlfriend had three of us at her home for a
A door opened for me this spring. I had the honor of being chosen as one of 27 people from around the US to visit New Orleans for 5 days. While there I was to assess the city’s entrepreneurial rebirth after Katrina. In return for this all-expense paid trip, I
I’ve walked nineteen of the twenty arrondissements – I’ll do my last one today. My feet and legs are worn out, as is my spirit. I miss home. Yesterday morning as I walked across town to pick up some laundry, I plugged in my earplugs to hear Zach Brown on
Yesterday may have been my favorite day in Paris. My two Atlanta friends and I decided to hike from our apartment to the Pére Lachaise. We had tried the evening before to go to this famous cemetery, but got re-routed due to a problem in one of the train stations.
I’m nervous. Tomorrow morning I board a plane to New Orleans for probably one of the most exciting opportunities of my life. I have a sneaking suspicion it will be life-changing. The 27 of us chosen to participate in the NOLA bound project will come from Boston, Houston, Cleveland, New
T H A N K Y O U to each of you who helped me win a spot on the trip to New Orleans. Read more: NolaBound New Orleans, through a grant from the U.S. Department of Commerce and the Economic Development Administration, has chosen 25 well-connected individuals from across
{ a long-abandoned subway station four stories under the streets of NYC } 103 artists worked for over a year and a half, illegally, in dark tunnels and in fear of being arrested, to showcase their contemporary art form. When finished the show’s creators unveiled “The Underbelly Project” for only
Two men went to a community meeting. They didn’t know each other. But they had a similar idea. Listen to this video. Just sitting here, reminiscing about last week in New York. I was back for a BlogHer Writers conference. Although my few days there were scheduled tight, I stole
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
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