Posts Tagged ‘Love & Marriage’
Eighteen (More) Reasons To Love Her
I figure it takes a special kind of someone to wake up at 5:30 on a perfectly good Saturday morning, lace up the Asics, and run around the city for three hours. The really special someone, though, is the teammate who runs it with you. Yup, that was Abbi and me this weekend. Increasingly bored…
Read MoreInto The Arms Of America
Ok, so here’s the quandary. I love New York City, but thirteen years later, the place is killin’ me. I don’t just mean the fumes, shadows or concrete. And it’s more than the pace, noise, and frenzy. I’m talkin’ about politics, aspiration — the whole ladder climbing thing. A few weeks ago, a younger friend…
Read MoreThe Rock & Roll Husband
I distinctly recall standing next to Abbi in Brooklyn, staring way down Flatbush Avenue towards downtown Manhattan. We were testing the waters together, trying to find a neighborhood in which to move. The process, though, was pushing some other buttons. “But it’s so far away!” I whined. Later, on the subway, I articulated what I…
Read MoreWhat Happens On The Upper East Side…
Yes, that’s Ashton Kutcher with his arm around my wife. I should’ve seen the signs: her new Kabalah bracelet, “The Butterfly Affect” in our Netflix queue, “Punk’d” on TiVo. And she’s been wearing a lot of leapard prints. If only I weren’t at the office all day, then in the edit all night. If only…
Read MoreThe Wonder That’s Keeping The Stars Apart
It was fairly apparent fairly quickly that Abbi and I had something special together. Above all, our relationship was low-key, well-paced, and light on drama. It wasn’t (and isn’t) all sunsets, walks in the park, long runs, and bouquets flowers (though there was all that). There was (and remains) a healthy dose of constructive narrative…
Read MoreThe NyQuil Weekend
We took the day off, reserved the rental car, packed the ski pants, and even MapQuested the route. But alas, it was not to be. You’ll recall that Abbi and I were planning on spending the weekend in Vermont with Chris and Meg Abad. We were going to ski by day, play beer pong at…
Read MoreSelf Cleaning
I walk in the door, put down my keys, and start flipping through the mail: New York, New Yorker, Con Ed. Abbi emerges from the kitchen, kisses me, and collapses into my arms. “The first day back from vacation always sucks,” I whisper into her ear. “It’s not that,” she says looking up at me…
Read MoreShaking All The Nonsense Out
It took some convincing to get noted author, activist, singer/songwriter and mystic Bo Lozoff to preside over Abbigail and my wedding ceremony. In addition to his 200+ days on the road speaking in prisons, schools and churches on behalf of his Human Kindness Organizations’ Prison-Ashram Project, Bo co-manages the affairs of his organization with his…
Read MoreLet’s Go Somewhere Else
My first inclination was to hail a cab. According to my Apple Dashboard weather widget, it was fourteen degrees when I stepped through the revolving doors of 1515 Broadway into Times Square. I live just over a mile from my office. It takes me roughly twenty minutes to walk west on 45th, then north on…
Read More‘Cuz When The Feeling’s Right
I ran a half marathon yesterday. Abbigail, wisely, sat it out. Chris and I had returned from our whirlwind trip to Nantucket just twelve-hours prior when we met at the start of the Manhattan Half Marathon behind the Metropolitan Museum of Art. He, Jen and I were quickly seperated in the 5000+ runner start, so…
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