January 31, 2016
2016 is 1/12 complete. January is new routines inside old comforts, like the best vegan chocolate chip cookies: your own. It’s taking care… with a Long Island rec. center membership bonus: nobody in the sauna with you. It is having fire with the snow… with tempeh. It’s inspiration from the ground; the potato plays nicely Read more…
December 13, 2015
Upcycled bread box. Yellow and teal. “You don’t bring me flours anymore.” Coke bottle crate spice holder. Vintage aesthetic / modern function. Animals on plates. Black radish heart procession. In the train, out at the station, the slither of pink sunset. Christmas is here. Fir on the floor. Weekly banana bread. Read more…
November 21, 2015
Flashback to summer & the butterfly bush. Monarchy. “And the one big eye just blinked…” Oreo pancakes were a bit of a fail… Morning pink.
November 17, 2015
Sunrise on the train station. Vegetable Mofongo and yucca fries from Mi Casa Restaurant, unlikely vegan options are my favorite. Stripes and dots. Pumpkin Dandies really taste like pumpkin. Kitchen color. Quickly go the days.
October 4, 2015
With Hurricane Joaquin worries put out to sea, I had my first proper weekend after my first proper full week of working, finally. Summer is officially gone. It’s back to the grind. Kitchen renovation cookies, with just a pinch of sawdust. Various gourds for the stoop as October is here, Read more…
August 24, 2015
We woke up with some goals. There were some cruise clarifications that were pretty important. Then there was breakfast, the sometimes-unattainable meal for a traveling vegan. And requisite basking in the breathtaking beauty of Alaska, the Last Frontier. For breakfast, a local favorite, Snow City Café, which has the honor Read more…
May 9, 2015
You come upon things… in the best way: naturally, without looking. You’re going about your day… and there it is. Something new for you. It’s special because it found you. No google searching. Just life’s natural search results delivered to your path. [pause for a moment of awed appreciation] Sometimes, Read more…
February 1, 2015
Taking the LIRR’s Babylon line towards Atlantic Terminal on a weekday morning and you may end up in one of the train cars that platform at Boland’s Landing, an employees-only station for the men of the Morris Park maintenance facility in Queens. The cars who make this stop are filled Read more…
August 11, 2013
Hamburg–you big, noisy thing, you–I’m spent. Had I arrived in your arms days, even hours, ago, I may have had the moxy to embrace you back. But I’m tired now. I don’t even want to force myself to go through the motions of an excited visitor, synthesizing resources and calculating Read more…
August 10, 2013
After brief appreciation (Griswald Grand Canyon style) of Kölner Dom, I moved on from Köln. With my days counting down quickly, I needed to do some cities flash pan speed. I boarded an early train north, foolishly thinking it’d be a quiet and secluded ride. Right smack in the middle Read more…
August 9, 2013
This simple breakfast gave me the strength I needed to see the rest of the sites in Bacharach and then head north on the Rhine river. Some wheat Wasa’s covered in strawberry jam. They even had this Wasa-dispenser. Its bottom slides open to reveal a waiting Wasa. I want one. Foraging Read more…
August 8, 2013
It is time for me to bust out and go north on the DB, Germany’s train system. I bought a 6-day German Rail Pass to maximize sightseeing and deliver me snug to Berlin for my flight back to New York. Navigating a the system had its hiccups. I elbowed an Read more…
I left the bustle of Frankfurt by way of a double decker diesel train. Thankfully day 2 of my train adventure did not involve elbowing anyone in the head. It did, however, involve my missing a key transfer point. Thanks to the collective efforts of amused fellow passengers, it was Read more…
June 29, 2013
In late June, my morning train to Brooklyn coincides with the glorious sunrise. It’s a fantastic way to start the day. The recent “Super Moon” gave way to a Super Sun, a flaming pink sun whose expanded diameter blazed across pastel blots of morning colors. Summer breeds reckless abandon. Like this Read more…
June 2, 2013
As we begin to tilt towards the sun and sunrise coincides to my morning train, I get to see fantastic colors in the sky. More beautiful things: Golden beets. Broccoli florets are sprouting up in my garden! I’m very excited. Fennel. I’ve never worked with you before. Fennel and citrus Read more…
October 22, 2012
Did you have this book when you were a kid? I did. I remember loving it. And poof! A (maybe) far-too-introspective child was created, with a deep love for the under-dog. Pure and poignant Charles Shulz. Is there an equivalent today? Maybe there are iPad apps? Not sure. Happiness is Read more…
September 16, 2012
Being tossed a couple of days to kill, I decided to spend my Rosh Hashanah out of the New York City area. Stricken with severe wanderlust at times, I need to get away once and awhile. I do this a lot. Ever since I got my first car, free time Read more…
April 20, 2012
My classroom mushrooms. My lil’ guy. Happiness is a vintage dress. My chariot awaits.
March 8, 2010
This winter broke New York City’s 114-year snowfall record, leaving me with 2, yes 2, snow days. But pay no mind to Punxsutawney Phil’s shadow or the Sonny & Cher on your clock radio because a taste of Spring came early. The coming of Spring is always exciting in the Read more…
April 2, 2009
When I was a little girl poking around my father’s coin stash, the stray New York City Subway tokens always intrigued me. I remember the subway: the turnstiles like a bathtub faucet turned upright, a rotating propeller I could slip under easily; anyone could. And I remember the trains, arriving Read more…
April 6, 2008
Wanting to make the most of a day here in Kanchanaburi (or getting lazy?), I booked a leisure day tour to hit a variety of sights in the area. My air-conditioned mini-van brought me to Sai Yok National Park, a 500 square-km park that includes the Sai Yok Noi waterfall Read more…
April 5, 2008
Last night I awoke to the pounding of the tin roofs around my guesthouse. Startled and helpless,I thought the worst. Transient looters? Back-alley bandits preying on the seclusion of my rented room? Drunken tourists? Emerging in the morning, the noisy culprit was clear. Mangoes. They were all over the place Read more…
March 5, 2008
I’ve always wanted to be a red-nosed alcoholic hobo riding the rail cars in the early 20th century. In fact, my entire adulthood of expeditious wandering has been an attempt to skim the unknown, to embrace the time before G.P.S., maps and the pages of legal fine print that now Read more…
