Not a phrase you hear often. 

It’s been one entire month since my last post and I’ll be honest, I don’t have a whole lot to say in this one. I’ve been experiencing some serious writers block brought on by a wide variety of less than ideal situations; a mixture of below 20 degree temps in April, not enough time in the kitchen, a determined yet discouraging search for the perfect 2 bedroom Fenway apartment, and a sad, sad realization that summer is coming and there will be absolutely no change in my current 9 to 5 daily grid (i.e no three month summer vacation). 

But please hold your “poor Annie!”s because I’ve gotten my fare share of sunshine and vitamin D this weekend and I’ve given a lot of thought to the beauty and the goodness in everyday. I’m feeling refreshed and rejuvenated and healthy and happy. And this morning, as I’m sipping Nauset Blend from Sam’s and soon headed out to the door to explore Welfleet in the sunshine, I can’t help but think, life is pretty damn good, even on a Monday.

So here’s a Monday Mantra from me to you…

“What if we woke up today with only the things we thanked God for yesterday?”

I’m thankful for a job. Period. Even if they won’t agree to give me every Friday and Monday off from June to September. And I’m thankful for a roof over my head, whether that’s in Brookline, Fenway, Charlsetown or Cambridge. I’m thankful for a rain jacket to keep me dry when there’s hail falling in April and I’m thankful for my health and for the health of my family; for bike rides with dad, zooming up and down sea side hills and for challenging, new fitness classes like Barre and hot yoga. Thankful for my friends, both down the street and a few states away and thankful for Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Sunday and every day in between. 

So Happy Monday, people! Make it count. 

Dear Philly 


FYI this kinda ryhmes and it kinda doesn’t and it’s kinda sappy but it’s also kinda cool so…enjoy.

Dear Philly,

I love you. I’ll just come right out and say it.

Sounds shocking, I know, but I swear to you, I mean it. Maybe I fled from your grid too soon, moved on to Beantown without thinking things through. I thought I was ready, thought I’d had enough, thought I’d seen, heard, tasted and explored every block and every corner from Front Street to 30th, Walnut to Spruce.

Of course you know I love your food, your cheesesteaks wiz witout, George’s water ice, roast beef and broccoli rab, late night soft pretzels and Chickie’s crab fries. Fountain sodas taste better from a gas station called Wawa and I know for a fact that a hoagie is not a cold sub or hot grinder.

But it’s been great to be back and I’m thankful for that. For the home that you gave me and the memories I would never give back. For the beauty in your buildings and the history in your paths, for even your dreariest grey days and terribly noisy traffic delays. You’ve taught me to love and to accept, to understand and to care. I’ve embraced your deep forest greens and your bright red and blues, your mediocre Dunkin Donuts and your Meek Milly tunes.

You’re one of a kind, unlike any other. You’ve got attitude and spunk, grace, glory and Nutter. Your run-down old neighborhoods each tell a different story, from the tattered, yellowed pages of an old book with a spine that is sturdy. Your parks, schools and gardens each vibrant and lively, are home to the children who will soon make your streets mighty. Each urban mural painted proudly with love, tell of histories and dreams, surely seen from above.

You’re rough around the edges, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Your potential is great, your people complex; artists and dreamers, musicians and students and workers and teachers. And to the guys in the windows at Pats, Genos and Larrys, I’ll tell you right now, you’re really not all that scary.

Philly, You’ve made me strong; confident, fearless and tough. For that and so much more, I can’t thank you enough. You get a bad rep, that’s certainly true, some love to hate you and I’ll admit there are times when even I hate to love you.

But I’m not done with you yet. I’ll be back soon enough. For a stroll by the Schuylkill or a StrEATfest in ‘Yunk. For a visit to Hawk Hill, game 1 in Hagan Arena, to see family and friends, and drink margs at Cactus Cantina.

And Boston’s been great, please don’t get it twisted. Forever a dream that very quickly came to fruition. I’m seeing new sights and meeting new people, exploring new paths, eating soup dumplings and meatballs, lamb shawarma and pizza. I’m learning the lingo, I’ve mastered the T, discovering quaint coffee shops from Cambridge to Southie. Rittenhouse or Beacon Hill, clam chowder or cheesesteaks I really can’t complain, you’re different but the same.

So Philly, I love you and Boston, you too. There’s room for you both in my heart, as my home.

With (brotherly) love,


oh and PS, here’s an article you should read about love and support and a program that Will Never Die, even after they lose.

a green smoothie that doesn’t suck

This month I’m keen on green and if I can’t get my fix from grassy fields and leaves on trees (you know, because snow), I’ll have to get creative. From Mint Mojito nails to frothy green shakes, I’m loading up on green stuff where ever I can (yes, that includes McDonald’s Shammy Shakes. There’s always next month to start a real diet) and channeling some seriously positive spring time vibes.

After far too many failed attempts, I finally found a green smoothie that surprisingly tastes nothing like a liquified version of my grandmothers vegetable garden (dirt included). Better yet, it’s my own concoction so you’re not finding it anywhere else but here (maybe).

Here’s what you’ll need:

  • 2 cups partially chopped kale (no stems)
  • 1 serving vanilla Greek yogurt
  • 1 banana frozen or fresh
  • 3/4 cup unsweetened Almond milk
  • 1/4 cup (handful or more) frozen pineapple
  • Scoop of honey fresh from the farm

Blend it all up, pour it a mason jar, store it in the fridge overnight and enjoy in the AM as desired! I had a little bit before my morning ride for a quick boost of energy and saved the rest for afterwords to enjoy at my desk. It’s certainly no Shamrock Shake, but it’s a close second. Yes, that’s right, I’m saying I’d much rather be drinking a Shammy for breakfast, is anyone surprised?

Happy March people, spring will be here before we know it, hang in there!

5 Things: Red Carpet Edition

These 5 photos sum up my evening of champagne, oysters and ball gowns at the 19th annual Ellie Fund Red Carpet Gala.


The evening began just as those who know me well could probably imagine: with a major wardrobe malfunction, of sorts. Is anyone surprised? I sure was when I walked straight into a deceivingly, ankle-deep puddle after exiting the Copley T stop. For those who don’t know what this experience is like, once you’re in, you’re in. It’s truly all or nothing, no turning back now. You’re either in or you’re out and I was in. So I waded my way through the murky waters, poured the puddle from pumps, and hit the red carpet as if  “City Grime” was the next Christian Louboutin.

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Amongst some of Boston’s best dressed, again, I’m sure it’s no surprise, that the only bar I really bellied up to was The Island Creek Oyster Bar. I was happy to see I wasn’t the only one out of my element at this event. Scruffy oyster shuck-ers in button-downs and neck ties? Not a good look.

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A beautiful venue for an unforgettable evening in honor of The Ellie Fund; an unbelievable non-profit organization that fights breast cancer by easing its effects on patients and families. In doing so, The Ellie Fund provides critical support services, free of charge with help from volunteers, donors, friends and events like this one.  It was a truly humbling and moving experiencing to be, even a small, part of such a big organization.

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Following a silent auction and a touching video, we sipped champagne and watched (with heart eyes) Neil Patrick Harris on the big screen (This photo captured while standing in the back, posted up at the Bostonia Public table devouring grits and slow cooked beef. The best meal I’ve had in a very long time.)

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All said and done, it was an evening of good drinks, good food (kinda) and great company.



Who’s with me?

I’m up extra early this morning as Snow Plow Wars continue outside by bedroom window. Imagine 1 quaint one-way street, 2 yellow bulldozers, 1 dumpster nearly overflowing with snow, 4 over-tired, aggravated men, and me, snug as a bug underneath the covers trying desperately to block out the noise from outside. An impossible feat, so I’m embracing the extra hour or so of daylight that I don’t usually see with a little blogging, a few cups of hot coffee, greasy bacon, toasty tater tots and the sweet sounds of Good Old War.

Speaking of bacon and tater tots, the last few weeks have been brutal (and I’m coping with junk food so that’s how those relate). I have very little pep in my step, mainly because it’s impossible to have a pep in your step when you’re wearing heavy boots everywhere you go, with three other pairs of shoes in your bag at all times (office flats, gym sneakers, and shower shoes). These days getting from point A to point B, no matter what route you take, is an involuntary work out; scaling snow banks and balancing on poorly shoveled sidewalks, walking one foot in front of the other like a tight-rope of pavement.

BUT I like to find the silver linings, even if they are buried deep beneath 6 foot tall snow banks. For starters hot coffee tastes and feels just a tiny bit better than its usual excellence. Sidewalks? Paved, plowed, salted sidewalks are a luxury like no other. Even if it’s a narrow strip of pavement that lasts less than half a block, it is worlds better than the mounds of snow and slushy muck that take over every path. Catching the bus feels like winning lottery. It has no schedule anymore. Waiting for it is hardly an option, as all stops have been taken over by snow and I’m now forced to wait pretty much in the middle of the right lane. So when you’ve started making the trek to the train and those bright lights pull up behind you, unexpectedly, it feels similar to what I imagine seeing Santa’s sleigh must be like. There’s not a lot of good but when you find it, it’s great.

and on top of all of that IT’S FRIDAY!

So join me in a java refill and enjoy this collection of cool stuff that I’ve stumbled upon this week:

  • FBF (that’s Flashback Friday): Last weekend was Valentine’s Day…whatever, I was working, who cares…but in my opinion these 10 reasons why Being Single is Awesome can apply to pretty much any time of year.
  • ICYMI (that’s In Case You Missed It): Ben & Jerry made Jimmy a new ice cream flavor and I can only imagine that it’s as delicious as Jimmy Fallon is adorable, hilarious, and perfect. Just watch.
  • Motivational Memo: I’m not usually a fan of these Thought Catalog articles but this one is pretty cool: 20 Signs You’re Doing Better Than You Thought You Were
  • TBT (minus the second T): Had a dream about my old squad last night, missing summer nights on the baseball field more than ever these days. @firebirdsccbl
  • Bucket List (category: cafes & coffee): Bagelsaurus. How could you resist the name alone? And the bagels? I’m just hoping they’ll be comparable to Delancy’s.
  • Hawk Hill Happenings: These renovations to Bronstein Hall are both incredible and infuriating…ok, ok, maybe not infuriating, I’m just jealous that the Communications Department is finally getting the home they deserve and I’m not there to experience it…
  • What to Wear: winter gear is not my favorite, far from it, in fact, but these Beanies by Beezer are handmade, ridiculously cute, and arriving at my doorstep any day now!
  • Easy Listening: Good Old War is coming to Boston and if you haven’t yet heeded my advice to take a listen, I suggest you do so this morning. Seriously. Do it.
  • This week in Boston: Does anyone remember what that green stuff that usually covers much of the ground and can sometimes be found on trees is called? Here’s a look at Boston before and after 96.3 inches of snow.
  • This Weekend in My Life: I’ll be watching the Oscars in style (and in good company) this weekend at The Ellie Fund’s annual Red Carpet Gala. Stay tuned for a special Oscars Edition of 5 Things, next week. I’m guessing it’ll be equal parts swanky and inspiring.
  • IMPORTANT ADDITION//Eyecandy: 28 Reason to tune in to March Madness. LOL THWND

That’s all I got for you this morning. Happy Weekending, people!!

Oh and PS, Shammy’s are back so if that doesn’t help you to see the silver lining through all this winter mess, you might just be a lost cause.