A LETTER TO THE MAN WHO'LL MAKE ME AN HONEST WOMAN// do it on the front stoop.

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I have two recurring fantasies.

The first involves wood floors, clean white socks, and the song Isn't she lovely. He's wearing boxer briefs and I'm swimming in his oversized Hanes t-shirt, a relic from his college days that's about one wash away from complete disintegration. We both have the white socks on. Ankle socks to be exact.

He sings along to the stereo and we dance--slipping and sliding, unleashing the inner eight-year-olds who know how to turn any wood floor into a veritable slip-and-slide wonderland.


The second is this.

I want to find him on the doorstep. Unexpected. I want to turn the corner after a long day, a long month, a long year and find him half-smiling with a bouquet of flowers. He'll be sitting there. And when he sees me, he'll stand. At first I won't understand. Who is this man I knew so many lifetimes ago? I'll climb the steps and he'll step aside. I'll put the key in the door and pause. I'll feel his breath on my neck. And his silence will fill me, satiate me. I'll push the door open and he'll follow in step. And we'll begin our life together.

That's what I want. To find the man I dream on the front stoop.


So my dearest, darling-est, dreamiest husband-to-be, know this...

don't take me to the ballet. or the rainbow room. don't make it a carriage ride through central park or a weekend getaway. i'm not even sure i need you to get on one knee. but do it on the door step. on the front stoop. sitting next to me. on the same level. turn to me and ask me to be your best friend, your lover, your absolute equal. so that then we can go inside and begin our life together, as we've always known we should.


That being said, you sure as hell better ask my father first. I believe in chivalry. And I was raised in the South.





{words have been relatively scarce this summer. so in lieu of writing i'm attempting to organize the blog a bit. i was going through the old posts when i cam across this and just for the hell of it i thought i'd share--it's one of my very favorites. so much has changed since i wrote this in march of 2009 but much of what's here still holds true. not all of it. but most of it}.

WHAT TO DO and WHERE TO EAT when visiting NYC//

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Like any blogger living in New York City I get a fair amount of emails or comments asking for suggestions in terms of what to see/do/eat. So I thought I'd finally compose some posts with all my favorites in one place. I've added a link to the side (VISITING NEW YORK?) so that the posts can be easily accessed. Or you can get to them by clicking on the photos above. The lists are by no means comprehensive and will be under a perpetual sort of construction, but rather than overwhelm with suggestions I've shared my absolute favorite places to see and to eat.

Do feel free as a NYC resident yourself (or as someone who's visited the city) to throw your hat in the ring and offer up your best advice and suggestions for those visiting.

I hope this helps and makes for happy travels!

trading in my New York for the Berkshires.

in

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bedroom (1 of 1)mahaiwe (1 of 1) Last week i took a quick trip to the Berkshires to do a play reading with the Berkshire Playwrights Lab--a beautiful new play by the inestimable Jessica Provenz (I've long been a fan of her work and think she's gonna move mountains with her words). It was such a treat on every level--from the kindness of the Artistic Directors, to the other wonderful actors, to our esteemed director, to the hospitality (and damn fine food) of the bed and breakfast. Now it's back to the real world and I find I'm already missing the sprawling vistas of green, the cool comfort of a theatre, and the general departure from the every day grind.

longing for fall.

in

I am child of Fall, born to October--a hopeless devotee of the month. I sometimes wonder if my attachment to the season begins and ends with this alone. But its more than that--the colors, the cooling, sweetening air, the promise of all that's just to come.


And this summer has been sticky and hot. I can barely open the door to leave the apartment when the need arises--thank you humidity and expansion--and after my first coned bill I refuse to turn on my small air conditioner (in fact I'd like to remove it from the window all together because it's blocking my view). Between the sweating that happens on-the-way-to or waiting-for the subway I feel cleansed and purged and ready to welcome the next seasonal chapter.

I don't mean to wish away Summer, I really don't. I just can't help dream of fall. So indulge me, won't you?
























I've never been the girl that wants to strip down for summer. the layers--tights and scarves and jackets and boots--of Fall hold much more sway, and that's part of the pull right now, for sure. 

Here's to a happy Monday! And surviving this mid-August week, wherever we might be (unless of course you're in the Southern Hemisphere in which case that's a whole different discussion--and how exciting that Spring is just around the bend! {i am a big fan of Spring!}).


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