Nurturing eagles as democracy dies

In “my” library at school, which was completely renovated recently, we have a banging a/v system, complete with Bose speakers. Often we’ll project a scene onto the big screen, something inspiring or designed to transport viewers from the greyness of winter in upstate New York. Cozy fireplaces and spring gardens can literally warm the soul, … Continue reading Nurturing eagles as democracy dies

When Saturday shines and Sunday sparkles

A fantastic weekend doesn’t necessarily have to be anything fancy. In fact, a collection of simple moments strung together over the course of 48 hours or so can completely define a great weekend. While the weather may have been The luxury of not leaving the house for my usual Saturday morning errands and yoga and … Continue reading When Saturday shines and Sunday sparkles

Waiting on winter

As a kid, I remember winters felt really long. I understand that memories of childhood can be skewed but, as I recall, winters were cold and snowy. Perhaps not as extreme as the winters my mother told me about from her own girlhood in the Black Forest when, she said, they sometimes couldn’t open the … Continue reading Waiting on winter

Searching for light in the darkness

The other afternoon I had an unusual impulse - to skip my planned run that evening. I’m pretty rigid devoted when it comes to my exercise schedule and bailing on what has been my weekly 5 miles is not typical for me. I’ve learned over the years that if I give myself the time to … Continue reading Searching for light in the darkness

In the realm of my senses – sort of

Did you ever see the film In the Realm of the Senses? I went to see it a million years ago at The Spectrum Theater. I was an undergrad at the time and my philosophy professor offered credit for going to see the film (and it’s most definitely a film and not a movie), which … Continue reading In the realm of my senses – sort of

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.

When flying south flies out the window

Last night I should have been settling in to my second cocktail of the weekend with the sound of waves in my ears and the scent of salt water filling my nostrils. Instead, I was cozied up on the couch wrapped in a cashmere robe with more holes in it than my aborted weekend plans, … Continue reading When flying south flies out the window