We raced home, started yelling Eli's name from the street, took the stairs four at a time, and threw open the door. Eli was unharmed, looking sleepy and confused, and standing on the runner in the front hall. (Not on a debris pile.) My eyes searched the apartment for damage. Then I found ... View Post
Take me to The Rivah.
Spent a blissful 28 hours ushered into the little boho paradise out at The Rivah, where my best bud and her main man had been holed up for a week soaking up what I can only summate as some of the most beautiful acres of sand and water this country has to offer. Maybe some of the last stretch of ... View Post
You’re my red Slurpee
Because of my work schedule, Monday is really like Sunday for us. I've never had a variable or irregular work schedule before. 8:00 am to 4:00 pm Monday through Friday; that's how it's been for the last 4 years. But I've happily adapted---we've escaped the grind. Yesterday, despite the stifling ... View Post
Can Can Brasserie, RVA.
[Cafe au lait at Can Can Brasserie, Richmond, VA.] I don't know what a brasserie is, as I'm sure Carey does, but I highly recommend partaking in one---they seem so...French---high ceilings, lots to look at, bottles of rosé and beer stacked on mirror-backed shelves, baked goods piled on displays for ... View Post
Weekend photo journal: it was pho-king awesome.
Testicular metaphors! My specialty. Rob was quite the bacon maker this weekend, so I found myself in need of free entertainment. Emphasis on 'free.' ... View Post




