I love coffee. Sometimes people try to switch my coffee to decaf when I’m not looking. I can always tell the difference. I also like Pringles, but only the reduced fat kind because they crunch better when you bite into them and they don’t leave grease on your fingers. I’m…

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As part of our quest to support women’s issues, Katana Photography is excited to announce our first ever Celebrating Survival contest!
Having any kind of cancer is frightening and confusing. In recognition of Breast Cancer Awareness Month, Katana Photography is welcoming all survivors from all forms of cancer to participate…

Weekly Photo

When I was looking to buy my wedding invitations (back in April), I found a lot of designers on Etsy. After narrowing it down to a couple different designs/companies, I contacted both for their pricing list. One was pretty significantly more expensive–almost $2 per invitation more. Which I think all…

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When talking to people about photography, I hear one phrase over and over again: Kids and dogs are the hardest subjects to photograph.
I, personally, don’t have this problem with my clients…kids and dogs are among my favorite things to photograph. Maybe it’s because I like to have any excuse…

Weekly Puppies

Last week, Sean and I had our morning coffee on the balcony and watched as the Enterprise shuttle was pulled down the Hudson on a tug boat. It’s on its way to the Intrepid and I can’t wait to see it up close at the museum!

Weekly Coffee

Glorious Knee Surgery

A few weeks ago my mother was in a car accident. It was apparently a pretty bad wreck. And my parents, still refusing to accept the fact that I am a 25 year old adult, tried very hard to hide this occurrence. And while on the phone with my sister a couple weeks ago discussing Christmas dinner (which is to take place at HER house for the first time in Katana history), Bridget mentioned that she would need me to help cook side dishes since mom won’t be able to walk.


Blink, blink.

Me: Mom won’t be able to walk?

Bridget: No, most people have trouble walking after very invasive knee surgery.

Me: (Pause) Her knee? I thought that was taken care of years ago?

Bridget: It’s her other knee, Coll. From the car wreck.

So, as you can I’m sure understand, this whole scenario came as a pretty huge shock to me. Not only did my mom have to undergo some pretty serious surgery, but it could have happened without me even knowing. And the thing is, you totally can’t be mad at the person about to go under the knife. So, the best I could do was offer help and support as best as a person can who is living over 500 miles away.

But, I am happy to report that she is out of surgery and feeling very well. She already called me and sounded very alert. Yay mom! Yay for being super strong! Now, do your best to not act super stupid and stay off of that leg!  I know you, and you’ll find reasons to be up doing dishes or cooking or sweeping…IT CAN WAIT! Dad can do it! The house will not burn down if dad has to cook a few meals. I, on the other hand, almost burnt the house down when I was 15 and tried to make hotdogs for the first time. Remember that? Yeah, I thought you might….

Confessions of a Totally Not Cool Girl

Why do we have to preface something uncool by saying, “hey, I know it’s not cool to do this, but just for this one instance, I don’t care if it’s cool or not.” Why do we have to be concerned with whether or not something is cool to begin with?

And who the hell ever decided that Kid Rock is cool? Was it the same person who decided that Katy Perry should be allowed to wear that? And why am I ashamed that I totally know who Katy Perry is?

The point is, if I was holding a Death Cab for Cutie CD in my left hand and a Dixie Chicks CD in my right hand, and I couldn’t buy both of them, so I had to choose one… I would so chose the NOT COOL one.

And I don’t know, maybe I really am getting old, but I’m starting not to care about indie cred anymore. Actually, I’ve never cared about Indie cred but always used to PRETEND to care about it, cause the hottest guys were totally into that sort of thing. Like, I remember one time I was at live show for some really terrible band that everyone loved for some reason and I started chatting up this obviously ridiculed-in-high-school kid who probably played drums in some small three-piece with his friends in the basement of one of their mom’s house in Long Island. And he was talking about the latest Taking Back Sunday album, and he asked me what I thought about it, and I was like, yeah dude, it’s a total psychedelic epic. And the only reason I said that was not because I had ever listened to the album or cared at all who the hell Taking Back Sunday was but because I figured I had about a 60% chance of sounding legit.

::Side Note: I later learned that a friend of mine from high school is one of the members of Taking Back Sunday and is apparently a big deal. Totally the hot guy in the band.::

Anyway, I think it’s time I stop hiding it and instead fess up, with like, really brazen, uncontrolled, totally-not-indie abandon. By the way, there is a very good chance I may be single after I spout off this list, cause Sean is totally an Indie Cred kind of guy:

• I loved American Idol.
• I pronounce “here” like “herre”.
• I have watched every episode of Psych since the first season.
• I watched every episode of the first season of Felicity and actually cried when she chose Ben.
• I own the soundtrack to St. Elmo’s Fire, What I Like About You and Will & Grace.
• I saw N’Sync in concert. And danced their exact choreography with my best friend, Michelle in the 5th row.
• I used to send fan mail to Jordan Knight.
• I bought my dog a pink sweater and have, on several occasions, forced her to wear it just because it looks so effing cute.
• My favorite Friend is so not Phoebe. But I love comparing myself to Rachel.
• I brew Starbucks coffee almost everyday because it’s free.
• I don’t own a single Modest Mouse album even though I pretended for years that I was fan. Mostly to get dates.
• I once interviewed Jon Stewart and threw up in his dressing room bathroom I was so nervous about meeting him.
• I love every Tom Hanks/Meg Ryan movie.
• I don’t think Tom Cruise is gay.

• I can name every cast member from every season of The Real World.

• I still know every word to every song in “Grease 2″ and can mime the entire Gonna Score Tonight bowling sequence, beginning to end.

I think that’s enough for now. Are you all going to stop visiting my site now?



This was a gift from Liza on her trip to India several years ago. It’s some sort of symbol of a Hindi God (I want to say Vishnu, but I don’t think that’s correct. I’m also too lazy to go look it up). This statue is supposed to go over my door to protect me from unwanted visitors and evil. And I had it over my door in my old apartment, but it kept falling over anytime I shut the door. So, now, it rests on my window. And since that’s the side of the house that faces the ghetto street I live on, it’s probably the more appropriate place. No gang member would ever dare enter a house with an elephant statue protecting it, right? Right?



This was the friendliest town in Ireland. Sean and I walked into a pub and all the guys in there (yes, mostly men) started giving me shit about the bags I was carrying.

“Whot, ye gawt in ‘ere?”

“Umm, gifts…for people back home.”

“Ahhh, American.”

“New Yorkers,” I clarified. A different breed of American.

“American girls are by far the prettiest! We’re glad you came to this pub!”

“Thanks,” I said, “My boyfriend thinks so, too.” I gave the man (I later learned his name was Simon) a wink. He bought us each a beer and he and his friends spent the rest of the night talking to us and buying us drinks.

Seriously…if you ever go to Ireland, Carlingford is a MUST.



On another one of our hikes, Sean discovered this tree which had fallen into another tree. Having learned NOTHING from his father’s near death experience with trees, he climbed up and onto it. And the next thing I know, I feel a tug on the leash. Luna had jumped up after him and followed him! I tell you…that dog has been playing us for a fool…she’s not really retarded. She just gets away with a lot more if we think she is.

The Great Ho-Cho, Fro-Yo Debate

The Great Ho-Cho, Fro-Yo Debate

Coffee frozen yogurt. Don’t question it…just go with it. It will change your life.

As a side note…it drives me nuts when people abbreviate shit. Like “Fro-Yo”. Seriously? Are you so lazy that you can’t say frozen yogurt entirely? Or even worse than Fro-Yo is Ho-Cho. For hot chocolate. There’s just something really gross about that.

“Colleen, would you like some hot chocolate?”

“Suuure! Absolutely!”

“Colleen, would you like some Ho-Cho?”

“No, I think I’ll pass on the thing that sounds like an Asian prostitute. But thanks.”

We Have A Winner

So, I’m really, really dumb. And I can’t figure out how to upload video. But luckily, we took photos as well, anticipating this set back.

Here, are all your names written on pieces of paper.

We Have A Winner
And here I am putting all of you into the hat.

We Have A Winner

And here I am picking a name.

We Have A Winner

And the winner is….LYNNE!  Congrats Lynne! Email me your address and I’ll mail you your books. As for those who did not win…have no fear. I’m having 3 more giveaways before I move in January. There will be many more wins to come!

Cafe Angelique

Cafe Angelique

The problem with having a weekly coffee column and no job…is that I can’t afford to go into all my usual places I love so much and order a cup of coffee. So, you’re stuck seeing the outdoor pics. Someday, when I have an income, I’ll be able to show you the interior of all these great places.

This is one of my favorite west village coffee shops, Cafe Angelique. The cinnamochachino is to die for. It’s like Heaven. In a mug.

Water, Water Everywhere…But Not A Drop To Drink

Water, Water Everywhere...But Not A Drop To Drink

(Conversation several weeks ago while window shopping with Emily)

Me: I want these.

Emily: I think they’re on sale.

Me: I know. I can’t afford them.

Emily: You don’t even know how much they are.

Me: Doesn’t matter…I still can’t afford them.


The book drawing will happen TONIGHT. And hopefully, if I can figure out how to upload a video, they will be announced by tomorrow evening. Good luck to all!  It’s exciting, I know…try to contain yourselves for one more day….