It’s really all Sanchaita’s fault.
When I was visiting my sister Bethie, her friend Sanchaita invited us to dinner. She cooked the most amazing chickpea curry — as part of a feast of other amazing dishes, I should add — and when I asked what kind of magic and rainbows went into it, she said it [...]
When I went to Bethie’s graduation last month, Anna Quindlen was the commencement speaker. (I know this is not exactly timely, but it took me a while to get my thoughts into a coherent shape) I was really excited to hear her, actually I was more excited about Anna Quindlen than I would have been [...]
My dad and I drove back to Montclair from Middletown last night. This morning Scep and Katie came to get me and we went to the Bluestone Cafe in Watchung Plaza.
We walked past Watchung Deli as we waited for a table. When I talked about my love for Hunan House, my high school friend Roy, [...]
On Saturday, Germaine invited me to go to the NY Renn Faire. Germaine is Bethie’s friend from high school, but being sisters means I get to steal her clothes and her friends. Score! I was really excited to go, since it’s been a few years since I last watched a joust.
When Allison had her wedding, [...]
My sister Bethie wrote on her own journal about shipboard customs, one of which warms my classicist heart:
On another unrelated note, whenever we had all hand get togethers where we were toasting anything, we would toast, then pour one glass over the side for Neptune, then we’d all drink from our own glasses.
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My sister Bethie just returned from three months of sailing the high seas, so naturally when I got to talk to her tonight, I asked her all about her pirate life.
“Did you call your friends, ‘me hearties’? Do you call other people ‘landlubber’?” I asked, “Did you at least get to say ‘Aye, aye, Captain’ [...]
I’m heartbroken that I’ll miss Thanksgiving at home this year. I love every part of the holiday, but especially the food and my family in all our dysfunctional glory.
I love getting home on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving. Last year was the first time my college-freshman little sister had to come home, too. My mom [...]
When I’m traveling, I tend to blindly assume everything’s going to come out all right. There won’t be mice in this bathroom! Of course we’ll get off this island! Sure this is the right bus! But traveling with Zorro is an endless list of bad things that could happen. What if there are no taxis [...]
Other people would just say “Meg, I broke your hanger” but my sister? She makes existentialist artwork and explains it in great detail.
My sister left for America today, but her artwork will remain in my apartment for months to come!
