Month: December 2017

Welcome to Snowboken

It’s that magical time of year again – that’s right, the time of year when your eyes tear  up from the wind, your fingers go numb in your pockets, and your knees freeze through your ripped jeans. Winter time is here! And since it isn’t going away any time soon, we might as well embrace it. I’ll be the first to admit that snow (despite the fact that I can’t walk through it without inevitably slipping at least seven times) makes for a damn good photo opp. Nothing quite like that fresh pow right after a fluffy snowfall to rake in the Instagram likes. So, naturally, I dragged Matt out into the icy world of Hoboken at the first sight of snow out my apartment window. And Matt, being the kind soul is he, happily obliged. Standing on the Hudson and watching the snow fall over the skyline is a serene and somewhat otherworldly experience. The usual hustle and bustle of the waterfront walkway was nowhere to be seen or heard – in fact, the …

Tis the Season (to Turn 25)

Let’s do two truths and a lie – 1) I am allergic to peanuts, 2) my full name “Gillian” is spelled with a “G” not a “J,” and 3) I was born on Christmas Day. Which is the lie? Plot twist – all three are true! Okay, so I guess that wasn’t technically two truths and a lie, but it was my way of introducing three super fun facts about me… the most relevant currently being truth number three. Yes, on Christmas Eve of 1992, twenty-five long years ago, my poor mother went into labor and was sent off to the hospital to deliver (what I assume) was her favorite Christmas gift of her life. Nine pounds, one ounce of pure Christmas joy and splendor. Growing up, the most frequent question I received was, “So do you get double presents?” In truth, over the years both Christmas and birthday celebrations have sort of been mushed into one. We used to try and separate the two, but as I got older and my focus shifted from …