Part of me hesitated to ever write this post. In fact, at dinner last night with our good friends, Scott tried to prompt me to tell this story, and I did the equivalent of kicking him under the table – the “I’m going to kill you if you say another word” stare
Where are the date nights of our past? Ay, Where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy farm and goats — While friends of old are playing in the city of yesterday, And touch the white-clothed table, champagne bubbles afloat
It’s been a really hard week. I’m not comparing to others’ personal plights, I’ve just had a few of my own. The week has been a stifling one – sick in bed, alone in the farmhouse, and all of that solitude has afforded me much too much time to think. Whereas the
I can’t think of a better way to celebrate our 700th post on In a DC Minute than with this one – 700 posts? Really?? So. Many. Words. And even more memories…. I’m going to blame it on being sick and back to work, this tardy recap of our first holiday season
I’m terrified to write this post. Less than a month ago, I had one of the most powerful moments of my adult life with this man, a moment that I knew would be one of the stories I would tell for years to come. I wrote a post that I felt would
We are Scott and Al, the brains and brawn behind this blog. We've been writing for 10 years together, chronicling our adventures in DC and WNY, our love of food and drink, reinventing our farmhouse, and now our journey as new parents!