I work from home. Some people think that this means I do whatever I want all the time. Not true. I have a daily routine that begins at 8:30 a.m. in my home office where I read, research, write, plan, learn and network my way through this freelance life. I break midday for an hour …
Summer Classics
Summer Classics: Dog Days and Afternoon Storms
Hot. Hot. Hot. I can barely form more syllables sitting here in my un-air conditioned home. This summer has been at least as hot and dry as last summer. Since I quit my job to freelance full-time earlier this year, this is also the first summer in two decades that I did not have a …
Summer Classics: Grilling
Local. Fresh. Organic. Whenever possible. A Summer Classic in our household includes FOOD. Stuff you cook on the grill and foods that are best when freshly picked. Steak, corn on the cob and zucchini was on our most recent menu, and we are lucky enough to live 4 miles from the Rochester Public Market, voted …
Summer Classics: Back To School
This should be the post titled “Summer Classics: Grilling,” or, as the Husband cleverly put it, “Summer Classics: How the Weather Ruined Our Plans.” He is probably still somber over the rain delay of the Nascar Race at Watkins Glen two weeks ago, whereas Marcos Ambrose took the checkered flag on the following Monday afternoon …
Summer Classics: Take Me Out to the Ballgame
While major league stars across the country chase the pennant, Triple-A minor league baseball still rules in my hometown. Rochester has fielded a baseball team every year since 1877, named the Red Wings since 1929. My earliest recollections are of games at the old Silver Stadium, home to the Red Wings from May 1929 until …
Summer Classics: The Sci-Fi Blockbuster
One night during the summer of 1977, my mother hosted a Tupperware Party and my sister and I were packed off to the movies with Daddy. I remember that I wore white plastic barrettes and that I stood through much of the movie with my arms draped over the empty seat in front of me …
Summer Classics: All fun and games
Summertime…sticky-hot days, fast and furious rainstorms, short-shorts and ice cream dripping down my arm; this is high-summer, when school and closed-toe shoes are a distant memory and my skin has bronzed from just coming and going. There is a specialness to the air, and it feels just right for a trip to the Amusement Park. …