Category: Urban life

  • Evol rules my world

    Since I previously posted about food, let me spend a few minutes talking about a food I really like, evol. I work 30 minutes from my home, and the distance makes it impossible to go home for lunch. I don’t want to spend too much on food, and the options near my workplace are limited. […]

  • Idaho Candy for the Weird

    I recently returned from a trip to Boise, Idaho. Although born and (mostly) raised on the East Coast, I lived in Boise as a child and for a year after graduate school. My parents returned to Boise in 1996 and have been there ever since. I visit every few years and always make a stop […]

  • The Friendly Toast

    Finding the world’s greatest breakfast place is usually my husband’s job when we are on vacation. Breakfast is very important to him, and since we often skip lunch, he wants something substantial and good. This sometimes means an uncomfortably long early morning walk or a dead end when we find the perfect place opens too […]

  • The Press Hotel

    I just returned from a trip to New England that started in Portland, ME. My husband and I did some quick math and figured out it had been 8 years since we stayed in Portland. The Press Hotel was our first stop. This hotel did not exist on our last visit, and I found it […]

  • A Little Spray Paint

    This little seating area was in Portland, ME. Someone took a can of spray paint to some inexpensive chairs and created a lovely little outdoor space on a budget.

  • Urban/Rural Divide

    Interesting article on the urban/rural divide from New York Magazine. Cities always faced formidable challenges including deindustrialization well before rural areas, but their concentration of activists and ability to share solutions allows them to overcome setbacks and tackle problems effectively. I know I felt a strong pull to rejoin our fair Northeastern city when we bought […]

  • English is the language for swearing

    On my walk across town tonight, I heard a woman seamlessly incorporate the word, “f*ck”, into an otherwise perfect Spanish sentence. I can only conclude that English is the language for swearing.