If I ever win a Tony, I sure do hope it's a year when NPH is hosting. I've already planned my acceptance. First, I'll lick my award - Paula Deen style, y'all. Then, I'll forgo a formal acceptance speech and dedicate my window of time to presenting a clear, concise…
The trees look like Muppets this morning - their leaves bouncing in disjointed, hyper-animated movements, beckoning and warning me simultaneously. There I see an alligator. Over there, just above the doorway, I see a small crab. Then suddenly the wind ceases and so do they. I love the rain. Not…
It finally happened. Spring finally showed up in Hoboken. And I feel like this: I know, I know. Spring has allegedly been here for weeks. But it didn't FEEL like true Spring until yesterday. I walked out of the apartment wearing a fleece jacket instead of a giant, super-puffed down…
