Monkey is my one-eyed dog. She’s odd, for sure, but also more awesome than a magical unicorn that dispenses wishes and vodka out of its horn. I’m a girl who is probably getting too old to call myself a girl. Lady. Broad. Dame.
What this blog may feature: photographs, my explorations of the city, odes to dirty martinis, smooching my dog on the head, being judge-y on the subway, writing about how not to be judge-y anymore, tales from childhood, curse words, love letters, guest postings from awesome mutherfuckers, rants about stuff that I wish didn’t get under my skin but does, and many more things that will blow your mind (or at least make it melt a little…or maybe just feel itchy).