Although I've made Brooklyn my home, I will always have a soft spot and immense pride for my native state of Massachusetts. As a result, I tend to wax poetic about the public garden, Jonathan Richman, clam chowder, and anything else of or related to New England (with a heavy slant towards Massachusetts). I'm now in my eighth New York autumn, and I have to say, I'm not going anywhere soon.
In a nutshell: I work in the nonprofit world doing fundraising and development; I'm fascinated by local politics and urban development - I'm that girl who goes to community board meetings for the hell of it; I'm enamored of Brooklyn but if you haven't been to Queens, well then you haven't lived; I prefer bourbon to scotch; I ride a bicycle but I have no idea how to fix a flat (and I'm ashamed of that); some might call me an introvert; I'm a terrible tennis partner but a decent scrabble opponent.
I'm a sucker for a boy on a bicycle, blueberry pancakes, a good manhattan, and really terrible pop music. I will freely admit that I am addicted to coffee and have never considered giving it up. If you're up for a bike ride to Dead Horse Bay, or a day trip to Arthur Avenue, spending Sunday morning leafing though the New York Times and rainy nights in drinking whiskey in thick socks, then there's a good chance we'll get along.
I'm going to clase this with an unrelated anecdote, just because some people might be skipping over the middle parts: I'm allergic to bees, and as a result I have taken a very zen like approach to interacting with them. Seriously, I haven't been stung since I was 5.
