My birthday was a few weeks ago and I’ve been sitting on writing a This is 35 post, mostly because I was still trying to figure out what 35 will be. I think I’m almost there, but not today.
Looks like I’ll be unexpectedly heading down to DC next week weekend with no absolutely no plans except maybe a morning ride around the tidal basin. If my DC friends find themselves in town next weekend, how about we say hello?
We just got word that our landlord plans to sell our apartment. While our lease technically runs through July, in New York a new owner can give tenants 60 days notice, which means it is possible we will need to move soon. I can’t really imagine life in New York without our windows looking down on the neighborhood…
David’s birthday was the week before last and he, of good heart and kind spirit, spent the day activated in support of Hurricane Dorian. So, this weekend became his birthday weekend instead:We got up early and had breakfast at his favorite coffee shop (Starbucks…which you know pains me) and went on a long bike ride along the waterfront. Then he had his first sailing lesson on the Hudson and afterward we ate oysters together at Chelsea market.
We’ve been together for 11 years—married for 7—and I am so privileged to spend my days with him.
Have a great weekend, y’all.
“For the first time in human history there are now more people over 65 than under 5—all thanks to a combination of increasing longevity, diminished fertility, and an aging Baby Boom cohort. We’ve watched these trends develop for generations; demographers can chart them decades in advance.
And yet we’re utterly unprepared for the consequences.”
—Old age is made up—and this concept is hurting everyone, Technology Review
“When the kids do badly with exams or something, I want them to know that in the grand scheme of things, it doesn’t matter. Life’s that big.” She smiles and gives me a warm, bashful look. “I just want to try to keep them buoyant and happy. And seeing life as—potentially—beautiful,” she says.
“What you won’t find are listed prices. That’s because the rule at Drexell & Honeybee’s is “everybody eats.” When diners are done with their meal, they put whatever money they can — or not a single cent — in a box by the door.”
—The Difference Between Happiness and Joy, Bitter Southerner
- What Highway and Interstate Numbers Really Mean
- Car Talk’s Long Goodbye
- Appalachian Food Finds the Spotlight
- My Brother’s Passing, God, and the Origins of Life
- The physical demands of being a…chess grandmaster?
- She and her twin were inseparable. Then a gunman tore the 15-year-olds apart.
We finally were in a mood to watch Book Smart this weekend and it was a lot of fun.
A video course of sorts, Endings: The Good, Bad, and Insanely Great, is a masterclass on creating screenplays from the writer of Little Miss Sunshine.
The New York Times has a beautiful series on how to make rice of every style and flavor.
Most of the “fish” in my house growing up came in the form of fishsticks, so I have every kind of fear of making seafood at home. This pasta with mussels, tomatoes and fried capers might make it worth getting over that fear.
This guide on how to make southern biscuits is a must have for anyone who plans to make biscuits and gravy their Sunday staple this winter.
This is either amazing or terrible: Broccoli Cheddar Cobbler
Usually a list of healthy breakfast ideas equals a bunch of green smoothies, but here’s a list of “healthy” breakfast ideas I’d actually like to eat.