Author Archives: nicholhart

Once again, thanks to my own enjoyment and by some level of demand, here’s a summary of my NYC Triathlon. T- 1.5 days: I am in Brooklyn until 2am with my favorite training partner, Brian Basye, and friend, Heather Romero, … Continue reading →

Derek and I adopted Deucey in March 2004 from the Palomar Airport Animal Shelter in Carlsbad, California. We were living, albeit briefly, in Oceanside, married not quite two years, and wanted our dog, Butter, an Akita/St. Bernard mix, to have … Continue reading →

Once again, back by popular demand.  (By popular, I mean 3 people asked if I was going to do this….that qualifies as “popular demand” in the broadest sense of the term.  Or in my mind.)  A summary of my thoughts … Continue reading →

I stood there at my assigned spot, just about 800-1200 yards from the start line at Pier 46.  It was a little section of the runner’s path at Hudson River Park that narrowed just slightly before some construction to the … Continue reading →

It’s me again.  Do I start that way every time I decide to give you an update on my granddaughter? I don’t know how else to start.  I’m not sure if anyone else is keeping an eye on her, or … Continue reading →

The post-holidays, post-birthday, post-celebration blues have set in.  There was so much to do leading up to the move, so much to do and see as we floated across country, so much to worry about as we settled in.  So … Continue reading →

September 9, 2011 was a Friday.  I was at my desk in the Fashion District, having just started a new job eight weeks prior.  It was in a quiet corner of the office building on the 12th floor.  My desk … Continue reading →

Twenty-two years ago, I did what was then my 5th consecutive Oceanside Pier Swim. One mile around the Oceanside Pier. Twenty-two years ago I was likely the winner of my division and one of the first females out of the … Continue reading →

When I first thought of this blog, I envisioned myself comparing specific people/places/things that were part of my life in Brooklyn with specific people/places/things that are part of my life in Venice.  Talk about how things compared up.  What was … Continue reading →

It’s me again.  Following her around. I should never just say “her”, because she is rarely alone.  Except this week she has been again – alone. After just about a month of being with those three little terrors – corralling … Continue reading →