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…

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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…

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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


People in New York envy weird things. For example, someone who has more than 600 square feet of apartment is living in luxury. Anyone with a backyard will no doubt have me showing up at their doorstep every weekend with a fold-out chair and tanning oil. And godforbid you have a rooftop pool, you better believe I’ll be moving in with you for the next month. Do you have a gym in your building? Well, that’s a guarantee that all you’ll see of me is the could of dust after I ran away.

Bottom line–it doesn’t take much make a New Yorker feel envy. My building’s super isn’t the best at keeping our building tidy. The floors of our lobby and elevator always seems a little grimy, our lobby plants never live longer than a couple of weeks and I swear our front lock has been broken since the day I moved in. But I love my apartment so much that none of these things tend to bother me. However, our garbage situation is, in a word, horrible. I never know where to throw garbage bags vs. paper recycling vs. glass and plastic recycling. Next to our building, you’ll just find a giant pile of bags and glass and boxes and paper.

I never thought in my life I would ever envy someone else’s garbage. But our neighbor’s super does such an amazing job at keeping their garbage clean, tidy and separated, that it makes our building look like a landfill next to it. The neighbor has trash cans clearly labeled for TRASH, PAPER and PLASTIC. The receptacles are separated to lessen any confusion. They always are lined with clean, not-over-flowing garbage bags and once a week, I see him out there bleaching the empty trash cans to eliminate germs.

Yesterday morning I had Bebop out for a walk and as I left my building, I saw my super outside doing his normal pre-trash day routine of separating the landfill that had built up around our building. It usually takes him most of the day to do from what I’ve seen in the past. I couldn’t help but think of him as I got my croissant and in an effort to improve his quality of life, I bought him one as well along with a coffee. I already felt better about our trash situation–I mean, of course a happy super will be more willing to keep our trash area tidy! I was certain that my gesture would single-handedly solve our trouble. The entire building would have to shower me with thank you gifts. As I walked up to my building, I saw no super. I just saw a trail of half-finished, half-separated garbage. I went down to our building’s basement and when the elevator doors opened, a rush of smoke puffed into my face. Not cigarette smoke–but THAT kind of smoke. I coughed and entered the cloud, calling out his name. Within moments, his wide red eyes appeared before me looking shaky and nervous.

“Here,” I said, “it looked like you could use some of this.” I handed him the croissant and coffee and he took it saying a quiet thank you.

It’s no wonder it takes him so long to separate the garbage–but then again, if that was my job to go through everyone’s trash and make sure they recycled every last bit, I’d probably have to get high before going to work, too.

From Savannah to New York

As an early Christmas gift and in honor of my first ever holiday tree, Liza and Maddie picked out these two ornaments.

The boat represents Savannah, where we first met (Maddie and I first met in Savannah as well when she was just 3 months old. And she spit up in my mouth.) and of course the NY ornament represents our adult lives here in the city–except for Maddie. I guess it represents her childhood here in the city.

It was a sweet and meaningful gift and for the rest of my life, these ornaments will hang as a representation of our friendship. And every year in December, I’ll look at these and think of this friendship and what it means to me.

From Savannah to New York

From Savannah to New York



…I’m still in awe that this is where I call home.

We Are Happy To Serve You Mug

We Are Happy To Serve You Mug

This is my favorite coffee cup. It’s a ceramic mug, but the design is based off the paper cups you receive with deli coffee. And anyone who’s been to New York before probably knows that most deli coffee is some of the best in the city. Better than Starbucks, better than Dunkin Donuts, even better than most $5 cups of coffee you buy at gourmet places.

I can’t explain it…maybe it’s something in the greasy atmosphere of the deli’s that makes it so good. It’s like how a ballgame hotdog will always taste way better than gourmet vienna sausage or any sort of well done sabrett.


New York is a fantastic city to be angry in. I was extremely upset today and just walking around…bumping into people and sneering at those who got in my way made me feel SO MUCH BETTER.

It’s just like my own Big Apple Punching Bag.