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A Love Letter…to My Radiator

NYC

I wake in the middle of the night knowing something in the air has changed. The neighborhood has reached a silence that can only mean one thing. I wait for it in the dark with nothing but the sound of my own breath, and finally…there. There it is.

Another season quietly arrives in the predawn hours on the tail of the setting moon, and I can no longer sleep. Alert with anticipation, I stare into the shadows.

Hello old friend. Continue Reading

Recipe: The Get Up & Go…to the Couch Breakfast

oat-2775006_1920Alright, our first Apocalypse Meal!  We’re a little over a week into self-isolating in most places, and here in NY, we’re a couple of days into the shelter-in-place order, which is going…well, it’s going.  That’s about all that can be said at this point, and since we’re all participating in the going together, separately, I’ve decided that I’m GOING to go nuts in this tiny fox den if I don’t stay busy and away from the news.  So, let’s dig in!

But, I mean, I’ve already started clocking the exact minute the sunlight changes in each window for maximum vitamin D exposure.

Just saying. Continue Reading

Apocalypse Prep Kitchen

DSC_0128In my ant-sized NYC apartment, there live two ravenously-hungry adults always in search of second helpings and snacks, alongside two beastly-appetited cats, each of whom weighs no more than four pounds yet somehow continue to crave wildebeest-sized meals (both frightening and impressive).  So, how do I plan to continue to feed everyone a somewhat uncompromising diet during such apocalyptic events as the Corona outbreak?  By remembering to use my brain to plan and buy balanced meals and not my emotions.  Continue Reading

My Winter Playlist

Version 2

Guys.  SEASONAL AFFECTIVE DISORDER IS LEGIT!  I love winter, but this year is just out of control!  Here in NYC, we have seen an unusually warm and rainy season.  On the days when it is cold, it’s just that – cold!  Where’s the snow?  If I’m going to risk freezing to death, at least throw in some incentive for me to walk about smothered in blanket-sized scarves and thick-as-sheep sweaters. Continue Reading