posted by Momo Fali on August 5, 2010
I got to New York less than 18 hours ago, but have already seen so much. Let’s take a tour, shall we?
There are a lot of people.
There are people bathing in public. (See him down at the bottom? I didn’t get close enough to see if he had any pants on. My guess? Probably not.)
There is old.
There is new.
There are tons of buildings.
And, there is an empty space in the sky where buildings used to be.
Overall, I like it here. It’s hot, busy, smelly, crowded and you have to wash your feet a lot, but it’s alive. Everywhere. All the time.
posted by Momo Fali on July 1, 2010
Five cans of green, spray paint: $24.00.
Two gallons of white, ceiling paint: $38.00.
One box of sand for texturizing: $4.00.
Ending up with one white toe and permanent flip-flops: Priceless.
posted by Momo Fali on June 28, 2010
When you have children, a quiet house is a thing of mystery. It is rare that both of my kids will be reading at the same time and even if they are, there is bound to be an argument. “Stop making so much noise when you turn the page! Gosh!”
Not to mention the fact that silence usually equals trouble. When my daughter was younger and playing quietly it inevitably meant she was cleaning her tea party set. Though it wasn’t so much cleaning as it was pouring water all over the bathroom floor. To wipe it up, she would use every hand towel we owned.
My son is never quiet. He talks to his toys, to the TV and to me. A lot. So, when he was playing upstairs with friends the other night and I couldn’t hear him, I should have known something was up. I’m just glad he used tape and not glue.
Notice the complete lack of facial movement. A smile would have likely pulled his eyelashes out.
posted by Momo Fali on June 21, 2010
This is the letter that my son wrote for Father’s Day. Clearly, he will be a famous card-maker someday. Hey, Hallmark…call me.
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