Anyone who knows me knows that Nantucket has a special place in my past—and I'm referring specifically to the time in the summer after 7th grade I was on a month-long bike trip of the Cape and islands and drank some sort of home brew grain alcohol out of a local's bottle at the bottom of Cobblestone ... View Post
...is loud (really loud), windy, black as the inside of your old summer camp trunk, wet, cold, and did I mention loud? I just shuddered after one huge clap of thunder like I haven't heard since the night before our wedding, one year ago here, when all the panes of glass rattled in the windows and my ... View Post
After a beer with our favorite Nantucket photographer, I pulled Carey through the doors of Murray's Liquor Store. There seem to be a lot of wealthy people on this island, so the wine stores tend to be pretty good---even if I can't buy much, it's still fun to browse through the great California ... View Post
[Getting ready for dinner.] [Wearing my most favorite Karen Zambos dress Rob bought me that the ferry bag handlers somehow managed to spear a hole through, on both sides.] ... View Post
Whenever I'm sending my mom pictures of some groovy pair of boots or coat I've got my eye on, she breaks my heart by saying, "Oh, I had a pair of those," or "You know I had a coat just like that." This always strikes me for one of two reasons: first, I definitely have decade-schizophrenia; and ... View Post