It was groovy. The subtle nuances of a New England coastal town that make you murmur, "I feel like I've been here before." Quirky establishments that make you want to come back, however. We moseyed into town and I had to say little more to Carey than, "Look, hun, there's a cat." Three cats, 3 ... View Post
Williamstown, Mass: Photo journal
Just 34 miles consisting of one right-hand turn: Bromley, VT to Williamstown, MA in less than an hour. Nice weather (not really) is in the works, so we are embracing the day trip. Our version of an approachable, recession-resistant vacation that does not require a cat sitter, much planning, or more ... View Post
Losing track of the English language at the Dorset Quarry.
Conversation with my therapist: "But, Carey, did you ever think to tell Rob: 'I apologize, and I think this is a great conversation, I'd like to continue it some time, but right now I just want to look at the water...'?" "I guess, I just... I assumed... I mean, that's how I am. The way I am. I ... View Post
The art of dining alone.
Requesting a table for one has never been a real issue for me; I like the time alone to sip my drink and let my eyes go out of focus for awhile. I'm usually lost in thought anyway; at least this way I'm not being rude to anyone. But, as my twice-weekly commute over to NY grows less bearable and ... View Post
Brunch at The Publican in Chicago.
If you're someone with a bucket list, put this on it. Publican 837 W. Fulton Market Chicago, IL 60607 312-733-9555 [Publican's dining area, with bar seating. You can sit at one of the gorgeous, communal farm tables, or in booths that line the perimeter of the restaurant, complete with ... View Post



