For almost 20 years our family went to New York City for Easter week. We crammed in as much theatre as possible, ate dinner at our favorite restaurants, and, given the religious nature of the Someone, went to Mass at some church near Lincoln Center famous for its choir. It's always hard to reinvent family traditions after divorce, and since my kids were pretty much grown, none of us made an effort for Easter. I can't really tell you what's gone on in my life the Easters since my divorce--though I know that I've probably blogged about it year after year. But now for two years running, M and I have had brunch at the same bar overlooking the water. This year we kayaked there. Mimosas, fish tacos, mermaid murals and spending time with a daughter. Nice. Oh--and the Easter Bunny himself came by in his boat. Now all we need is chocolate. I think we're about to do something about that.
