I had a chance to finally get to a show last night at SPAC - first of the season. Despite all the rain we've had recently the lawn was in good shape and the crowd was definitely there to have a good time. The Allman Brothers sounded fantastic. Gregg's voice was in tip-top shape and … Continue reading Allman Brothers and Santana at SPAC – 7/27/12
Minding my Ps and Qs or adventures in parenting Quinn
My youngest son, Quinn, was born when I was 38. My pregnancy was considered "premium" and I had obstetrician appointments so frequently towards the end of my 40 weeks, that I joked I was going to pitch a tent in the waiting room to eliminate the driving back and forth. Maybe the humor I was … Continue reading Minding my Ps and Qs or adventures in parenting Quinn
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
The title of this post kind of sums up how I felt after a recent run. I had a stitch in my side that wouldn't quit and I was forced to slow to a walk more than once over the course of 5 miles. I didn't feel particularly strong and I wondered if I had … Continue reading Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Don’t be afraid to care
Care: (verb) Feel concern or interest; attach importance to something. I spent a day recently doing my best Holden Caulfield impersonation. You know, basically getting lost and visiting some of my favorite NYC haunts, like Macy's and the West Village. I also went to a couple of restaurants with bars that offer … Continue reading Don’t be afraid to care
Breathe, breathe in the air
When I'm in NYC, I just want to inhale it - the energy, the people, the food, the buzz. All of it. Well, I suppose I can omit the urine stench and the "juice" that leaks from the garbage trucks in summer, but, aside from those liquids, I want it all. I love the spontaneity … Continue reading Breathe, breathe in the air
Touched
About thirty-five years ago, on an autumn night when the skies got dark surprisingly earlier than expected, I found myself in the storage lean-to where the barrels of bird feed were stored, at the farm that neighbored our house. It was damp and there was the strong smell of must and dried corn. I wasn't … Continue reading Touched
Free falling
If you know me, whether in person or from reading here, you are aware that I have a bit of a control issue. I lean towards being moderate in my indulgences and don't enjoy the feeling of being out of control. My dislike of that type of sensation probably impacts me in many ways, but … Continue reading Free falling
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