This week was kind of a bummer. I didn’t post because I just didn’t have anything to say. So many things are frustrating–and I let it all get me down. But, of course, there are good things, too–like my group text with my mother and my sister, Diet Coke, Dancing with the Stars, books, The Lumineers, the hint of Fall, and Rifle illustrations.


And here are some links from around the interwebs:

Me, all week.

Good grief!

–The Queen is my spirit animal.

–Don’t hate me, but Ina kind of annoyed me immensely in this.

–Unashamed to admit that this gave me the feels.



I had a strange weekend. What was intended as a dignified night of wine and gabbing quickly devolved into too much fun and private room karaoke in Korea Town. Saturday, I tidied my apartment and picked up my laundry. Very quiet.


Of course, the news alerts about this gave me the creeps. I stayed on the UWS on Sunday. I did go to church (just not my preferred church) where I particularly enjoyed the collect.

“Grant us, Lord, not to be anxious about earthly things, but to love things heavenly; and even now, while we are placed among things that are passing away, to hold fast to those that shall endure; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.”



Well, we made it to Friday. Yesterday, work ended with, no joke, a DJ and a happy hour at work. So that happened. Despite starting the week on a juice cleanse, I found myself even more of a New Yorker when I took the SUBWAY TO WORK DURING RUSH HOUR. Woof. I got off at the Rockefeller Center stop (which, incidentally, was my stop when I interned 1o years ago–I don’t think the station has been cleaned in those 10 years) and when I emerged from beneath the ground, I felt like That Girl (minus the cute outfits and hair flip) looking up at the buildings. In midtown, you only  need sunglasses to cross the street. It’s so bizarre. Anyway, I’m settling into the new office and greatly looking forward to my weekend. I’ve got few plans and I’m hoping to just chill and make some dips and watch the Emmys alone. xo.



Yes, I finished my juice cleanse. I will not be unhappy if I never drink another juice again. I’m sipping a Diet Coke as a I write this and eating breakfast. I will say that I feel cleansed and I’m looking forward to whatever leafy greens I get for lunch. At work today, we leave the beautiful Hearst building and head to the much less glam Time-Life Building in further midtown. I’m bummed. It’s all part of some large corporate merger thing that is way above my pay grade. I’ll miss the cafeteria most of all.



Guys, I had the best extended birthday weeks. I had my weekend at home in St. Louis that was so lovely and wonderful. And then a weekend in New York with Susie that was also lovely and wonderful. On Friday night, we continued a Compton Ladies tradition–margs and tacos at the neighborhood mexican restaurant. We than stayed up late GABBING away. We got up super early on Saturday, though, to venture down to the southernmost tip of Manhattan to catch the ferry to Governor’s Island. The subway was being a total bitca but we made it. And Governor’s Island did NOT disappoint.


It was a thousand degrees and very sunny (and very sweaty) but we persevered. We rode bikes and walked all over and climbed some man-made hills to get to that view. Can you handle it? On Sunday, we again ventured on the subway to get to brunch near Tribeca. It was so good. We treated ourselves to birthday mimosas and dishes with avocados. In the afternoon, some friends of mine gathered at my favorite neighborhood bar, Joe’s, for some happy hour drinks and chatting. I got delightful presents and felt very special. It was a delightful weekend and I feel very grateful and hashtag blessed.