Woop Woop

Hell's Kitchen Very Highbrow
9th Avenue, Hell’s Kitchen, after a summer storm.

A lot of the talk recently, and not just in the Ho-Ward household (I haven’t yet changed my name), revolves around babies.  Continue reading “Woop Woop”


Don’t Blink

Norman Rockwell Triple Self Portrait
Norman Rockwell, Triple Self Portrait,  1960 

“It feels like your wedding was ages ago,” my cousin said on the phone last night.

It does and it doesn’t. We’ve been stumbling back into real life, the first week a blur thanks to jet lag, and now, three weeks in, the muted “oh…” feeling has fully settled in: the realization that, after the wedding, nothing really changes about you or your spouse or your life unless you make it so.  Continue reading “Don’t Blink”