A Mother Of A Father’s Day…
Contemplating Father’s Day and wondering why the word FATHER is never taken in vain or has undertones like the ‘Mother’ moniker. Does anyone ever say “FatherF-cker” or that was a […]
Contemplating Father’s Day and wondering why the word FATHER is never taken in vain or has undertones like the ‘Mother’ moniker. Does anyone ever say “FatherF-cker” or that was a […]
Yesterday dawned dull and humid. I entertained thoughts of hanging out all day, but this is New York City!
Yesterday, I found myself on yet another island. Without the aide of sun, white sand, turquoise waters and a mango daiquiri, I still found paradise on the island of Manhattan.
At the stroke of midnight I turned into a rotten pumpkin. My life was literally spinning out of control.
Saturday, I closed my eyes and tapped my heels together three times and thought to myself, ‘There’s no place like home’.
Sunday dawned in NYC and the weather mafia was in a frenzy. It was the first day of spring and snow was on the horizon.
Leaving on a jet plane. I do know when I’ll be back again, just not as soon as I would like.
Feeling bored? I prescribe a heavy dose of New York City for what ails you.