I’ve been a loyal user of Airbnb for more than a decade, staying in properties in 7 or 8 countries and on both coasts of the U.S. According to the app, I’ve taken 22 trips during the past ten years or so. What isn’t really reflected in the app, however, is how pleased I’ve been … Continue reading Losing sleep overAirbnb.
Subtracting to add
Last weekend there was a flurry of activity as my home was prepared to become our home. After more than a decade of being the sole household decision maker, things are about to change as my guy and I take the next step in our relationship - cohabitation. While this is an exciting moment for … Continue reading Subtracting to add
Crying to Cope
More years ago than I can believe, I worked with a really sweet young man, S, at a restaurant on Lark Street. When we met he was at his best, something I didn’t know until later when I saw him at what was arguably his worst. He was clear eyed, good looking and hardworking, a … Continue reading Crying to Cope
The safety dance
I ended a Twitter debate which had begun with hostility, because of our divergent and entrenched perspectives on access to guns, with a sincere peace out. It was pointless to continue our dialogue because neither of us were budging.Nor were we living in the same world.Our original lobbying of talking points was focused on keeping … Continue reading The safety dance
Art (of) Mexican
Last Sunday, my fella and I road tripped south to Beacon’s Dia modern art museum. To be completely truthful our destination was completely secondary to the fact that we were seeking a good midway point between Albany and Long Island City. You see, one of my 41 paternal first cousins was in town from Ireland … Continue reading Art (of) Mexican
It’s a bird. It’s a plane. It’s a rock star – Bono at the Beacon.
We had done our best to successfully navigate from home to the train station to the hotel and, finally, the venue where we had been requested to arrive 90 minutes before showtime in order to secure our phones and other electronics. Something which was just not happening. Miraculously, we managed to get The Beacon Theater … Continue reading It’s a bird. It’s a plane. It’s a rock star – Bono at the Beacon.
When I visit Ireland, I go with a wish list of things I hope to do. These days, most of my activities involve seeing family, particularly my late father’s remaining siblings. I’ve learned, however, that getting together isn’t always possible - and to not take it personally or as a rejection. We’ve all got busy … Continue reading Grave.Tender.