Surf and Turf

Change speed often. Do what you’ve never done. In the course 12 hours I went from sailing for the first time, to opening up my beloved Mini on an international speedway. Go heeling both in the surf and on the turf. It actually is remarkably healing.   Truth be told, sailing is as refreshing as …

Adventures in Public Transportation

Unlike most of the people I know, I actually enjoy an escapade on public transportation. Being a part of a rush of urban humanity and riding the wave from point A to B makes me feel like I am a part of something bigger than myself. Plus, it is a funny sociological experiment whose empirical …

The Sunday Times

Early in the morning on a Sunday under an angry gray sky in the midst of an all to rare holiday weekend, even the suburbs of DC are quiet. I always make it a point to enjoy the forced slowness of a Sunday morning by hunting down a copy of The New York Times on …

When One Door Opens

The last box is packed. Granted my hands have seen far better days, but the broken nails will grow and the scrapes, which make it appear that I fought a dragon in a rosebush, will heal. Thankfully I have a freezer full of my favorite ice pops to take the edge off. I take great …

Storing Memories

While I am all about the euphoria of a determined run filled with relentless sunshine, heavy electronic dance music, and urban sidewalk battles, these last few weeks have been endless cardio adventures of a different sort at U-Haul storage. There is nothing quite like spelunking day after day in a cave full of all of …

11 Miles

There are too few perfect summer days and even fewer spent contently in the company of an oldest and dearest friend. Without an ocean separating us, I basked in the sunshine that filled the Manhattan sky feeling like Goldilocks. It wasn’t too cold, or too hot; it was just right. When something is “just right”, …

Adventures in “Brookoleen”

My great grandmother Michelina was born in Italy, but when she reminisced, she reminisced about Brooklyn. Rather comically, because of her strong accent, she called it “Brookoleen”. It was the kind of pronunciation that would now make you raise your voice to an unhappy Siri. I have driven through Brooklyn countless times, but it always …

If you don’t know, now you know.

Ah, the absolute bliss of being packed and ready to go! It’s like Christmas Eve in my apartment except, rather than being a kid looking over at a decorated tree, I’m stealing glances at a well-seasoned backpack that is slightly too large not to draw attention to itself. Already on the verge of bursting if …

From Artemisia to Tupac: Saying Goodbye

A friend asked me recently what I would miss about Richmond. Because I am now full throttle into a move, I really had not thought about this fundamental question at all. Richmond and I never really gelled. It is punctuated with some lovely people and places, but it was never my small cup of southern …

Adventures in Being Greek

For four glorious days every summer I am full on Greek. I’m ¼ Greek the other 361 days of the year. My grandfather hails from Greece, but I was raised Italian. I sometimes just tell people I am proud to be Mediterranean. Much like the ancient Romans, it is my genetic lake. Greek and Italian …