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rockin out with this year’s snowflakes

rockin out with this year’s snowflakes

December 8, 2010 |  Category:   craft life remembering

I’m not a particularly crafty person for someone who designs and has to be creative for a living. Who knows…maybe that’s why. I sort of admire those moms who totally get their craft on and embark on huge art projects with their kids, but I’m not that mom. It kind of sucks for my kids since they’re all about the craft, but one thing I do like to do is cut out paper snowflakes every year. This year we made them out of the paper scraps that we use for our deluxe gift boxes. I’ve been saving these strips of paper without knowing what to do with them, but it’s perfect for snowflakes and this year’s batch might be my… CONTINUE READING

I spent my early childhood years in bowling alleys

I spent my early childhood years in bowling alleys

November 23, 2010 |  Category:   family remembering

You think I’m joking, but it’s really true. My parents were competitive bowlers in the 70s and I spent a lot of time in bowling alleys here in the city. We had a whole bookshelf in our house dedicated to the many bowling trophies they would bring home and our closets were always filled with bowling bags and balls (’cause you gots to have your own ball, yo, if you’re serious bowler!). I was pretty little from what I could remember because the competitive years were really before my brother arrived, but I do remember our weekly trips being a good time. It was the sort of thing where if you saw a 4 year old at a dark, dingy,… CONTINUE READING

future geeks and greeners

future geeks and greeners

September 14, 2010 |  Category:   life remembering travels

On most of our trips back to Washington, we always make sure to stop by our old college campus. I’ve talked often of my Cooper Union years and a lot about my Northwest years, but not so much about what I actually did at Evergreen. Coming from a school as traditional as Cooper, where reputation, legacy and excellence was pounded into your head as soon as you entered classes on your first day of freshmen year, Evergreen was like a being able to breathe again. You had the freedom to play, to experiment and be creative and silly without the fear and pressure of failing. And if you did fail, you had the support of teachers and classmates around you.… CONTINUE READING

and then there is cannon beach

and then there is cannon beach

August 25, 2010 |  Category:   life remembering Seattle & the NW travels

…which has my heart. Turning the corner towards the public access to the beach, with the first view of Haystack Rock, made my heart ache. Like I was waiting to feel this feeling all trip long. It’s been a good 14 years since I’ve been back. Even before I made the Northwest my home I spent a few summer weeks on Cannon Beach with my then boyfriend’s family, who rented a house every year for the month of July. When I moved out west, I stayed with them again for a few weeks the next 2 summers. The Oregon Coast was a special place for them and when his parents finally retired, they made it their permanent home. Walking the… CONTINUE READING

nostalgic for seattle + the longest post ever

nostalgic for seattle + the longest post ever

August 11, 2010 |  Category:   favorite posts life me remembering Seattle & the NW

We’re boarding a plane and heading to Seattle, Olympia and Portland in less than a week. We are really excited about this because It’s been exactly 2 years since our last NW trip and 2 years since we’ve been on an airplane (oh, and what do you mean we have to pay for luggage now? what, what, what??). You know I’m a New York City girl through and through, but lately I’ve been day dreaming about Seattle and getting all kinds of nostalgic. In a lot of ways it’s like going back home, certainly for Mark since that’s where he’s from and where his family lives, but I think it’s partly because moving to the NW was such an important… CONTINUE READING

rock on. bitchin’, man

rock on. bitchin’, man

August 6, 2010 |  Category:   life remembering

I have no idea where Claudine learned the universal hand sign for rock. I’m pretty sure I haven’t shown her any Ronnie James Dio videos (RIP), but she’s been doing this all over the place. Dayum, I can totally see my future. I remember a friend of mine, who has a teenage daughter, telling me that at some point you end up feeling like your kid’s personal assistant and chauffeur when they reach a certain age. She chaperones her and her daughter’s friends to concerts. Um, what!? I’ve never really given much thought to parenting a teenager before. I think I would have died if either of my parents went to any concerts with me. They just dropped us off… CONTINUE READING

reaching out to the past

reaching out to the past

August 3, 2010 |  Category:   life nyc remembering Seattle & the NW

New York City, June 1998 Most of you don’t know that my real name, the one on my passport and driver license, is Jennifer. If I heard this name shouted across the room, I wouldn’t react. If you called out “Jenny”, however, I would probably turn my head. It’s the name I went by for the first 21 years. My family still calls me that, but very few others do. I changed my name when I left New York on January 2nd 1992. It seemed rather compulsive, yet necessary somehow, if I wanted to make a clean break from my life and start all over, which is what I did when I moved to Olympia, Washington. I’d never set foot… CONTINUE READING

wigs, father’s day and an old interview

wigs, father’s day and an old interview

June 20, 2010 |  Category:   family life nyc remembering

Lorna Simpson, Wigs II, 1996-2006, Waterless lithographs on felt (taken at MoMA) It isn’t any secret that my relationship with my dad hasn’t been easy, but over the years I’ve come to a rather comfortable place, at peace for what it is. It wouldn’t be real if I said thank you dad for being there. So I want to thank him instead for being a great grandfather because that is true and real. I like to think instead about some of the memories I have, the smaller moments that I can think back to fondly. A lot of it revolves around his store. Many of you know that my dad sold wigs in a small, narrow store on East 58th… CONTINUE READING

NYC stories Part 3: high school art days and remembering Mr. M

NYC stories Part 3: high school art days and remembering Mr. M

June 7, 2010 |  Category:   life nyc remembering

Remind me never to go to a place like the South Street Seaport on a holiday weekend like Memorial Day, but that’s exactly what we did. I haven’t been there in well over 10 years since the time Mark lived down there when we first moved to NY. He shared a small, dark apartment with a college friend and it was one of those situations where he was camped out in the living room. I think all of us New Yorkers lived in some sort of crazy, cramped living situation like that at some point or another. But last weekend we wanted to check out the Water Taxi Beach, one of 3 here in the city (the other 2 are… CONTINUE READING

at the strawberry farm and remembering the blueberry summer

at the strawberry farm and remembering the blueberry summer

June 2, 2010 |  Category:   life outings remembering seasonal

Strawberry picking in June often marks the beginning of the fruit picking season. It was a little early when we went out this weekend, but there were still plenty of strawberries in the patch and we spent a few leisurely hours at the farm, feeding animals, eating apple cider donuts and slurping on apple cider slushies to cool off. It was fairly hot, the kind of day that reminds you that everyday in summer is like this. I never went fruit picking as a kid. I don’t know if this is something that has grown in popularity as an outing destination in the last 10 years of so or if maybe it was just my family, but I don’t recall… CONTINUE READING

NYC Stories Part 2: the food

NYC Stories Part 2: the food

May 10, 2010 |  Category:   dining out nyc remembering

NYC has always been about food. It’s what I missed most when I moved away for 5 years. I’m not talking about the fancy foodie stuff either as I was still just a kid really, when I moved away. My friends and I probably never spent more than $15 a meal and most times it was well under 10 bucks. We were on art school budgets and if you knew how, you could eat really cheaply in NY, including knowing which art openings to go to when you knew there would be an open bar. I don’t remember cooking at all during that era, even though I’m sure we did, but why would we? There was so much good food… CONTINUE READING

new york city stories part 1

new york city stories part 1

April 10, 2010 |  Category:   favorite posts life nyc remembering

I had a day off one day last week and spent the day doing what I love, but rarely get to do anymore – walk around the city by myself for hours. No kids, no family, no friends. Maybe it’s because the big birthday is coming up, but I’ve been thinking and reflecting a lot about stuff that I’ve done in my life, the past, the city and other places I’ve lived. It’s really interesting to have this blog document the last 2 years of our lives. Maybe in 10 years if the site is still up or archived somewhere, I’ll laugh, cringe or roll my eyes at some of the stuff I’ve written. The only other time I had… CONTINUE READING

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