Today I'm hosting my sad little Hoboken Thanksgiving for the handful of orphans I was able to round up. Rocco has yet again banished me from the kitchen. Sure I managed to ruin three cutting boards and break the lemon press, but we're up three blisters and two new scars. …
Tattoos
Always, in the back recesses of my mind, I'm contemplating another tattoo. (Dad, go help Mom off the floor, k?) I find them to be such beautiful forms of art and self expression. They're also a wee bit addictive. I like to think I'm going to age gracefully and embrace…