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gretchen is a writer in new york city

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sik gaek. woodside.

Timothy and I went on a date tonight to Sik Gaek in Woodside. Each of our O.C.D elements ignited in delight at the 17 varieties of barbecue accompaniments dished up with the likes of spicy muscles and fresh tasting soju. We gobbled roasted garlic with jalapeño accompaniments beside crispy cabbage salad and hot rice noodles in red pepper sauce.

Delicious is an understatement.

While I swing in cranky directions as average as the next human creature, I am grateful every day for the life I live. So clinking soju glasses at a small, round silver table with a flaming grill in the center on a Friday night – accompanied by someone I love… it’s impossible to ask for more.

We wandered home holding hands in the red-cheek brisk of a New England October. Then I danced around the house with the puppies.

In closing, Sik Gaek in Woodside is a flavorful Friday evening that you should probably take someone you have a crush on, or someone your related to, or someone who yearns for yum the same way as you. The dishes are enormous and served to be shared. There’s live seafood swimming around waiting to be cooked on your table, if that’s your thing. And there’s an English practicing staff whose best line of the evening for me was, “Mushroom soup? We don’t have that. Oh wait! We do! The words are so different in Korea…”

How I <3 thee NYC.


family formed. week off.

Over the past year, I’ve taken a total of three days off. This is a stark contrast to the four weeks of vacation I’m used to gaining as a standard job contract down under.

I don’t go back to work until Thursday. I am fortunate to have a five day weekend in place to help get the puppies settled. I must say, however, that they don’t seem to be having any issue catching up where we left off. I’ve been walking them every few hours. We found a few local places to play fetch.

It’s as if no time has gone by. Continue reading

happy to see you happy

In the past week two people I love and respect said in separate instances something that sounded like, “It’s so good to see you happy.”

While the kind words stretched my record wide smile of late even wider, they also got me thinking of how miserable I was for a minute there.

Then I started thinking about the three years of my life woven through these pages. Three continents, two husbands, five jobs, two puppies, six different houses and heaps of writing. Some to grin at and some for scowling.

But truth be told, I really am happy. Considering how fortunate I know I am to live in the societies I reside on this planet, it’s difficult for me to ever claim anything other than being ok. I guess that’s part of the reason I was a bit taken by comments on my recent bliss. They reminded me of how un-ok I was for a bit.

I feel like I survived my first 12 months back. The next 12 months I think I’ll focus more on living instead of just surviving. While the trials and tribulations of Earth are some of the most terrible in all the galaxies (according to my opinion), the love and beauty and possibility in this land is also dynamic.

I heard a rumor today that the puppies will land in Queens on September 14. House, husband, puppies… insert novel here…






what makes me.

I escaped to my parents’ for the weekend. These country dips to visit the creatures that created yours truly are half of whyI left Australia to come back to New York City.

All kinds of insanity has happened in the past 10 months since I’ve returned to the land of USA. Three of my four sisters stopped speaking to me, I had the craziest nervous breakdown of this life so far and I’ve had to readjust to a hemisphere I abandoned in 2002 because it simply became too much. Continue reading

view. in those jeans.

Namaste international tribe of cult and other lovers

I have been having so much fun writing in a zillion styles over the past days. Aliases everywhere.

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