Snow. White.

As a powerful N’oreaster was bearing down on New York, it certainly was looking very holiday season-ish.  Interestingly enough, in this year like no other, it seems that festive decorations and twinkling bulbs have been particularly plentiful. It’s almost as if residents have strung themselves together to fight back the darkness of a pandemic with … Continue reading Snow. White.

All the feels

The precipitation that pelted my face as I ran the other day was frozen and felt like icy needles on my skin. I imagine that acupuncture gives a similar sensation. It was absolutely invigorating and I happily rain with a huge smile on my face.The Girl from Ipanema radio station on Pandora should be your … Continue reading All the feels

Never forget – World AIDS Day, 2020

I don’t know about you, but I certainly never imagined surviving two pandemics in fifty some odd years. As Covid-19 rages in a country often more committed to individual rights to not wear a mask than to preserving health, it almost feels quaint to reflect back on the first pandemic I witnessed - the AIDS … Continue reading Never forget – World AIDS Day, 2020

Things for which I’m grateful in 2020

The good health of my childrenand my loved ones.Neighbors who host bonfires for socially distanced get togethersand who are capable of, and willing to, spatchcock your Thanksgiving bird.That my days of being a server working my way through college are long goneand that I don’t own a restaurant.My proximity to the Normanskill Farm for quick … Continue reading Things for which I’m grateful in 2020

Sunday morning woodsmoke hair…

...seems like the perfect smell to wake up to on the last day of what has been an excellent week. The aroma of last evening’s socially distanced, neighborhood bonfire lingered in a way that made me smile with satisfaction. It’s been such a good week.What makes a good week in my world? It’s funny because … Continue reading Sunday morning woodsmoke hair…

Modern Love

What do you think of when you read or hear the words “modern love?” The Bowie song? Maybe a contemporary nightmare? The series on Amazon which recently actually filmed locally? Or, perhaps like me, the NYT column in which I dream to one day be published? Confession: it’s a writing fantasy that only comes in … Continue reading Modern Love