I close my eyes and will myself to remember Morocco. The memories come back in sensory pieces all jumbly tumbly and out of order – the sweet smell of mint tea, dual heat sources of desert sun on my scarf covered hair and camel fur in my hands, dampness on cobblestones and underfoot after a...
Amy & Meg live in a lovely world. They’ve carved out a home and life with their puppy Ruby across the river in Hoboken and from here the Manhattan skyline spreads out on the horizon, the most beautiful view of the city I can imagine. They brunch in little local establishments on the ground floors...
