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Windy

By nopasanada | Published: July 1, 2011

“I have an affection for a great city. I feel safe in the neighbourhood of man, and enjoy the sweet security of the streets.” ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I’m writing this from a hotel in Chicago, over a pot of coffee in between checking various email accounts and gazing out the window. It’s a yucky day here. It started last night when I sat outside in a rocking chair while watching a storm roll in over Lake Michigan. Hours before the storm I sat on the beach for a break. A beach that New Yorkers don’t think is a real beach because it’s on a lake and a lake isn’t a real body of water capable of having a place to sit one’s fat ass for an hour between meetings. Whatevs. There was sand and now I have a tan line.

All photos taken with Instagram. I’m HeatherBarmore

Since I’m here in Chicago until eternity and there are so many people I’d like to see, I’m going to do a meet-up on July 5th at Quartino at 6-ish. Because wine is the best way to get people to say “See! She only plays an asshole on Twitter!” See you then.

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A lot of pride

By nopasanada | Published: June 13, 2011

“What is straight? A line can be straight, or a street, but the human heart, oh, no, it’s curved like a road through mountains.” ~Tennessee Williams

Instead of a weekend at the beach it was a weekend in the District. One that resulted in the summer’s first tan lines. After lazily lying about there was the Pride parade. I don’t know what Pride is like in your town and given that I’ve only attended Pride parades in two cities it’s not as if I have a wealth of things to compare it to, that said, DC Pride was enjoyable. Think people being happy to be themselves, without fear of ridicule or being an outcast. They are free to just be. That’s what I loved about the parade. Families, religious leaders and a few real housewives rounded riding along 17th street celebrating the act of love. My heart. It was good.

Photos live here.

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Papa was definitely something

By nopasanada | Published: February 9, 2011

“Old as she was, she still missed her daddy sometimes.” ~Gloria Naylor

I recently posted this on Facebook and Flickr because, oh, look at my Daddy’s punim:

Not five minutes later Garrett comments on my photo with,”Doesn’t beat my picture”:

Meanwhile my father is somewhere with his ear’s burning trying to figure out how to use The Google.

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Par for the course

By nopasanada | Published: January 3, 2011

“I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape – the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show.” ~Andrew Wyeth

Did I ever tell you about the job interview where I cried at the end because I knew I was going to say yes and I also knew that I was rendering myself to a life inside of a snow globe? No? Well that’s pretty much the story. Then there was the first time it snowed after moving back to said snow globe where I – shocker! – cried the second the flakes stuck to the ground. I wandered over to my mother’s office and asked how I would manage to make it home in this with a grand gesture to the window. Peg was all, “Uh, you drive” and then went back to typing away. Meanwhile I panicked and went home at 2:30 so I could park my car nice and early because, you guys? I was afraid of snow.

I am from Upstate New York and I was pretty sure that snow was the first sign of the Apocalypse.

It’s gotten better since then. Oh how it has. I embrace the snow. It’s par for the course up here and it is something to not be afraid of but to welcome with open arms lest you want to spend the rest of your life debilitated by nature. I don’t mind the snow, it’s par for the course. It is what I signed up for in exchange for more money and a fantastic job and living near my family and all of those things that one takes for granted. There’s also the added bonus of having it be the least terrifying on the natural disaster scale. The earth won’t move along a fault line and New York State won’t end up floating out by itself in the Atlantic. It requires only the use of a shovel or a snow blower and mittens. You’re never required to board up the windows of your house due to wind. Blizzards won’t force you to spend an evening listening to sirens while hunkered down in your basement. Snow is pretty. No two flakes are the same and while watching it fall from the sky you are generally overcome by awe rather than debilitating fear. It’s a beautiful thing.

In my whole “I shall enjoy the cold white fluff” campaign I started snow shoeing. I went out on the golf course in Saratoga last week and traipsed around the fairway and through sand traps and did a quick jump over a small water hazard. In the summer these are all things I shake my fist at as I try to get my ball to the green but come winter I frolic and traverse each happily. It feels like the world is at my fingertips out there by myself, just wandering. Don’t tell, but I do love it here just a bit. How could I not?

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Picture me rollin’. Or picture me with a baby.

By nopasanada | Published: September 20, 2010

“Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man.” ~Rabindranath Tagore

It’s no secret that I like children and babies. And I’m good with children and babies. They take a liking to me and I am quick to hold a tiny hand. And honestly I’m not sure what it is about me that make the small set so into me. I’m the girl in the grocery line with a pile of Lean Cuisines and there’s always that woman standing in front or behind me with the children that are contorting themselves to take a look at me. Then they smile. Then I die.

I would like children one day. Though I have this endless fear and strings of what-ifs. Most importantly, What if I don’t find anyone – a partner – to do this with? What if I spend the rest of my life living with my cat and spending rainy days on my futon watching terrible reality television? That might happen regardless, of course.

But enough of that! During BlogHer, I knew Heather would be there with her scrumptious baby and so I spent two whole days stalking her. Of course I wanted to see Heather but I really just wanted to hold her baby. Brief digression to say that I have a habit of just wanting to ‘hold your baby’. I used to go to Amy’s house just to hold her babies. Because that’s the kind of friend I am.

Anyway, back to Heather and the stalking. I found Heather, hugs were exchanged and then she said HERE! HOLD THIS! and handed a lovely Annabel to me. That baby? Oh, you guys. That baby is a sweet little chunker of a baby who was fascinated by the giant statement necklace I was sporting. She kept putting her little head into my chin right underneath my nose so I could inhale deeply because nothing like the smell of a baby. Am I right or am I right?

Yvonne snapped this photo of us together with Annie checking out my jewelry and me trying to keep my ovaries from exploding. Lovely, indeed.