Grazing In Greenwich…
Yesterday, my posse took an early morning drive to our storage room in Greenwich, Connecticut. We picked up some items and briefly visited beautiful sequestered memories. I wish I had […]
Yesterday, my posse took an early morning drive to our storage room in Greenwich, Connecticut. We picked up some items and briefly visited beautiful sequestered memories. I wish I had […]
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.
Saturday dawned clear, cool and radiant. I had a Get Out Of Jail free card…no obligations, errands or annoying commitments.
What better mother/daughter shared bonding experience then indulging in retail therapy.
I have published 507 ifthedevilhadmenopause.com posts. I woke before dawn, the rain was beating down and I was contemplating what the hell to write about for #508.
After a walk to town with Madison and a veggie spree at the Palisades farmer’s market, I headed home to meet up with my retail motivated daughter.
The United Nations is in session. The streets of New York are as chaotic as the present state of the world.