Possible new home???

J's dream is to renovate one of the gorgeous old brownstones in our Harlem neighborhood. I'm on his team, but never really thought he meant this...

But then I saw this...

And by the time we reached this room, I was reconsidering...

So we left, totally confused, and celebrated my dad's 67th at Zoma, the best Ethiopean restaurant I've ever known (mom + rachel in Zoma below)

And sang to him with treats from the Cupcake Cafe...

And ended the night on our balcony under the stars.

Home Sweet Home

We didn't know what to expect when we moved to Central Harlem two years ago. We bought our apartment because it had space and light, and we imagined that we could sprawl out there, and not need to move on for a while. We were moving from the Upper West Side, and the new neighborhood seemed to reflect our new apartment: there was space and light, and we a feeling that it was a place that we could grow with and into. And as it turns out, that feeling was right.

Halloween with Jacques

My dear friend Jacques and my doggie Henry, just before many bottles of champagne at French Tuesdays Halloween Party. Henry really hated Jacques' "costume."