When I moved out to LA all on my lonesome after I graduated college, my mom gave me the best present possible: a spiral-bound notebook filled with her (and my aunts’, and my grandma’s, and my great-grandma’s) recipes.
At the beginning of July, we moved from Hell’s Kitchen to the Upper East Side. I am not exaggerating: moving day was one of the most physically taxing days of my life.
Post-piano lesson dinner with Mom and Kendrick at 44 1/2.
Just a little hello from my rooftop. Thank you so much for all the positive feedback!
A perfect lazy afternoon, my POV.