Where Globe-Trotting meets Beach-Combing
We live in a motel, now what do you think? The baby is too big to bathe in the bathroom sink. The baby bathtub was too big to fit in what we packed, So we put him on the no-slip mat flat on his back. A hand towel underneath his head, he gets a tear-free…
We are slowly revisiting all our old Pensacola favorites! One of the first places we went is Hemingway’s Island Grill. I like to pretend I live in a vintage postcard. It makes my life better. Hemingway’s smooth teak floors, soaring white walls, and palm frond ceiling fans help me do this. Woven banana leaf armchairs and…
Chris was all excited about McGuire’s Irish Pub (600 E. Gregory St., Pensacola, FL) when we found out we were moving back here. I’ve been a little mystified as to why. Sure, it’s delicious, and the thousands of dollars pinned everywhere are quirky, and we had some fun times here (usually with the Butterfields), like…
We will have been in temporary housing for about three months by the time we close on our house, maybe longer…I don’t want to think about it. Instead, I bring to you: Motel Living—a guide to better living in makeshift housing. In this first edition of Motel Living we’ll cover dining and ambiance. Eating out all…
Ha Long Bay, Vietnam, January 2011 Should auld acquaintance be forgot And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot And auld lang syne? For auld lang syne my friends, For auld lang syne, We’ll take a cup of kindness yet, For auld lang syne. Angkor Wat, Cambodia, New Year’s Day 2011 Warlord Ladies…
Chris picked me up at LAX and took me to experience quintessential LA: traffic. We didn’t have plans to spend much time there; nothing about LA really appeals to me. Sure enough, it seemed like one dumpy area after another with some super-swank ritzy areas wedged in between. Hollywood’s Walk of Fame mystified us. What…
baby stink eye evolved into baby wink eye Chris is holding Isaac in front of him, studiously frowning slightly. Me: “Uh…what’s up?” Chris: “Objectively speaking, I mean, being completely objective, he really is the cutest baby in the world.” Me: (snort) “Objectively speaking?” Chris: “Yeah! He is the cutest. Objectively speaking.” Me: “Objectively speaking.” Chris: “Yeah….
