Posts Tagged: Becket

What’s for Lunch?

September 11, 2012 in Blog, Embrace Your Dork

Walking home the first day of school, Becket stopped and slumped on the edge of the curb.  “I don’t like it here.” *Oh, that sound you just heard like thunder ripping through the mountains during a summer storm?  Yeah, that was my heart breaking.* As is my wont, I probed for more info.  “Lunchtime is… Read more »

Deeply Moved

September 3, 2012 in Blog, Motivation/ Go. Be. Do!

After several months of intense denial, several weeks of sorting, culling and packing, and several days of actually “doing the thing” – I can say, officially, that Becket and I have relocated to Millburn, New Jersey. We have spent the past two weeks settling-in and sight-seeing.  We are tourists in our new town, and thoroughly… Read more »

Find Your Den of Dorks

March 21, 2012 in Blog, Embrace Your Dork

The entire arena is filled with throbbing dance music and cheering dancing people, wearing costumes and waving streamers.  The rise and fall of the chants and fight songs is reminiscent of a High School Friday football game against archrivals. However, this event is louder, more colorful, brighter, sparkly-er somehow, and pulsing with actual brilliance. This… Read more »

seven

January 29, 2012 in Becket, Blog

Dear Becket, I am trying to find a way to tell you how much I love you. There was a night recently when we were traveling, when I was awake all night in our hotel room worrying how I could describe it to you. My love for you is deeper than the deepest depth, wider than… Read more »

Smell My Feet

October 25, 2011 in Blog, Relationships

His first Halloween, Becket was a puppy dog.  The costume, a gift from England, was a pair of footie pj’s, and a hood with ears and a puppy face.  We lived in a NYC high rise and when he crawled down the carpeted hallway from door to door, the tail sewn on his bottom wagged… Read more »

Believe It Or Not It’s Just Me

October 10, 2011 in Blog, Relationships

The phone call comes late in the morning.  A friendly lilting voice saying hellohowareyou.  Then, the tiny waver that lets you know something is amiss.  “We are in a bit of a tight situation here this morning… we wondered if you could possibly help out?”  It is the conference director of the local Resort.  The… Read more »