hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil

...in none other than Times Square.

NY ❤ Boston

I've been a part of this great city for almost five years now, and I've seen tragedies big and small strike during my time here. And every time - without fail - the people of this city have come together as one. It's spectacular, really. I've never seen anything like it anywhere else before.

A city of 8 million people, united together. For our city and other cities alike.

conversation over dinner last night

Me: do you want one of these chicken fingers? I can't eat them all.

JR: sure. (takes bite) Why aren't there any bones in this?

Me: because it's a chicken finger...?

JR: what's a chicken finger?

three new yorks

Couldn't have said it better myself. If you've spent time here, you know this description to be true.

“There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born there, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size, its turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter—the city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something. Of these trembling cities the greatest is the last—the city of final destination, the city that is a goal. It is this third city that accounts for New York’s high strung disposition, its poetical deportment, its dedication to the arts, and its incomparable achievements. Commuters give the city its tidal restlessness, natives give it solidity and continuity, but the settlers give it passion. And whether it is a farmer arriving from a small town in Mississippi to escape the indignity of being observed by her neighbors, or a boy arriving from the Corn Belt with a manuscript in his suitcase and a pain in his heart, it makes no difference: each embraces New York with the intense excitement of first love, each absorbs New York with the fresh yes of an adventurer, each generates heat and light to dwarf the Consolidated Edison Company.”

-EB White, "Here Is New York"

hi, from times square!

Can you find Rose Lynn, Mary Pat, and me in this picture? We were right in the heart of Times Square yesterday, but totally hidden. It even took me a while to find myself.

and hi, from panna 2!

We couldn't let Mary Pat visit the Big Apple without having her experience the best & craziest Indian restaurant in the whole city, Panna 2: Where Chili Pepper Lights Meet Christmas Tree Lights.

hi, from the anthropologie dressing room!

I won't tell you how much time we spent in here yesterday with our deliberations but... 

we were all happy so that's what matters.

an elevator pitch

This week I rode the elevator with Tim Keller. We were both going to the 11th floor, but it stopped on the 10th floor instead of our intended destination. Tim looked over at me, smiled, and said,

"All have fallen short."

j-j-j-jumping for joy

Because these two are in a cab on the way to my apartment right now!!!

twinkies!

A couple weeks ago I showed up to church...only to find that I was wearing the exact same outfit as a good friend's baby son. Yes, son. We should be in US Weekly for a Who Wore It Best piece. 

eggs & matching

For easter, Brendan and I made our way out to Brooklyn to have brunch with some friends. One of our little friends who attended the brunch is an adorable two-year-old girl with a bright personality. She gleefully passed out these dyed easter eggs (that she dyed) for each of us - which happened to match everyone's clothes! I see lots of art, color wheels, and design in her future...