Make sure to check out the edition of the Philadelphia Weekly that hits the streets tomorrow, as there is a story in there about my Reading Terminal Market blogging project. I was both taken aback and flattered that they were interested in doing a story about me so early into the project, but I’m hoping [...]
Growing up, I was the luckiest kind of kid, because I had two parents who loved me beyond measure. No matter what crappy things happened in my life, I knew absolutely that my parents adored me, would take care of me and that there was nothing I could do to stop them from loving me [...]
I promised myself that when I started up the Reading Terminal Market blog that I wouldn’t forsake this one for that new and shiny website. Well, that resolution is falling all to pieces, as I’m having a hard time keeping up with the pace of writing I’ve set up for myself these days (and [...]
I have found that there are certain things in life that I only eat alone. Take the dinner I made myself tonight when I got home from class. I sauteed a very small onion with a few roughly chopped cloves of garlic (that by itself keeps the non-garlic lovers away). When they were starting to [...]
Eric, ask and you shall receive. It’s planted in a pot with my existing rosemary plant, which is why I used the card to divide the two. It’s a pretty nice, if sort of strangely shaped, little plant. I’ve never been much for naming inanimate objects, but I think we can safely say [...]
In addition to the many boxes and suitcases of books, personal memorabilia and assorted ephemera I flung across country recently, I also brought something living and fairly fragile. If airport security had deemed me a great threat because of my tofu pate and had needed to inspect my carry-on, they would have discovered a small [...]
After spending the last week looking at every object that crossed my path with the thought, “Is this something worth keeping or can I live without it?” I’m finding that I can’t shake that view. Since returning home I’ve already filled two grocery bags with books I don’t feel the urge to keep anymore (I [...]
I am back in Philadelphia, it’s my 28th birthday and I’m going to see Waitress tonight. These are good things.
Yesterday was a very long day of travel, including a four hour flight next to a vomiting (four barf bags passed through his hands) seven year old, an already-long 3 hour layover in Detroit stretching into [...]
Something happened today that firmly confirmed that I’m more Philadelphian than Portlander. I was driving down West Burnside, the street that marks the divide between the north and south sides of the city. I had just sold a bunch of books at Powell’s and was feeling pretty good about it. Heading back to the east [...]
One of my favorite books when I was growing up was a story and picture book called A Time To Keep by Tasha Tudor. It was a detailed, month by month account of the celebrations that her family would have throughout the year. My favorite month was May, not only because that was [...]
