I’m taking to the streets this afternoon to road trip it home for the holidays with a rental car packed full of pressies, pastries, cousins Frankie and Lindsay, Mr. Mixologist and my travel-tested kitty cat, Taleggio, in tow. I’ve come to expect a seven-hour journey over the bridge and through the tunnel to blustery Buffalo […]

February is—for me—the most singular month of the year. It’s short, it’s unforgiving with its wicked weather and romantic overtures, and it’s spelled with one of the most baffling “r’s” in the English language. It’s bitterly cold, often snowing, and work is in shorter supply (at least for those of us whose idea of work […]

My first crush was Jason. Jason was way too cool for school, and way too impressed with boy toys to notice my bouncing blonde curls. An example: in second grade I brought in one of those glitter wands filled with purple sparkles and twirled it like a baton during show-and-tell. Jason fell asleep at his […]

I’m in The Buff. No, I’m not naked. That photo is meant only as a ploy to get you reading about processed food. The truth is, I’m spending the week with my Mamma and celebrating my cousin Frankie’s high school graduation in my hometown of Buffalo, New York. Affectionately donned, “B-lo” or “Buff” when I’m […]