Outside of Work…
I read.
A lot. I read on the subway, at bars, on the beach. I listen to audiobooks while I clean and while I run. I’ve read Murakami back to back with Kinsella back to back with Foucault.
I go to Bikram.
A lot. Bikram isn’t just yoga: it’s 90 minutes, 105 degrees, and it often smells really disgusting. It’s where I’ve had my best ideas and my most extraordinary workouts.
I [heart] NYC.
A lot. New York City is my soulmate. I love the intensity, the limitless options, the food, the wine, how many friends I have, how I can buy grass-fed Icelandic yogurt at Duane Reade. I love that my neighbor had his dog’s DNA tested, and that I once met a woman with a bedazzled eye patch. (Note: I live in Boston now, but I’m still in love with NYC.)
I do things with my sisters that my parents are too old to do.
When my dad was about to retire, he wanted to get a dog. My stepmom said no, dogs were too much work. My dad, ever the nurturer, signed them up for a foster parenting class - and of course they fell in love with my sisters, then 1 and 3. They are now 10 and 12, and absolutely amazing. Because of my parents’ age, I am the one who gets to do things like teach my sisters to surf, go on roller coasters, and use Gchat. They were the best Christmas present ever.