Over the years many friends have given me plants. I probably have 9 or 10 houseplants at this very moment which I received as gifts. For the most part, these plants do well, although I’ve learned that like the peplum in fashion, jade plants and I are never going to be friends. That’s ok. There … Continue reading The death of passion
Bet your boots
I was born in Manhattan but didn’t live there until 1992, which was decades past my debut at the now defunct Manhattan Infirmary. When I finally actually moved to NYC, I arrived at the age of 25 with my first month’s rent paid, two part time jobs, a broken heart and $200 to my name. … Continue reading Bet your boots
(Re)Creating (dis)Comfort
Saturday was a damp, grey day, certainly not the kind of day which inspires a 100 mile road trip. But, the plans had been made and downstate friends and I were meeting at my brother’s new house to celebrate his recent birthday. “House” is a bit of a misnomer in this case because where my … Continue reading (Re)Creating (dis)Comfort
A Greek myth
Since I first visited Greece in July 2019 I’ve been attempting to return. I’ve purchased plane tickets and reserved airbnbs three times now and I’m optimistically hoping the third time's the charm. Fingers crossed. It’s hard to say what made that trip with my middle son so special, but I imagine warm blue water, cold … Continue reading A Greek myth
10 great things I did this past weekend in upstate New York.
Friday night I went to the beautiful Argus Hotel for an event. It was a cocktail party fundraiser for Historic Albany and the space was absolutely gorgeous. I didn’t take full advantage of the venue and explore the guest rooms, but I did take a few moments to imagine how civilized it would be to sit … Continue reading 10 great things I did this past weekend in upstate New York.
Pedals over pedestrians
On Election Day, the community where I worked rejected a proposal to modify a stretch of Delaware Avenue in their town. I’ll be the first to admit that I don’t know all of the details (I don’t live in the district where I teach) but, from what I’ve read and heard, the plan would have … Continue reading Pedals over pedestrians
Picture this
It’s 1978. I’m in 6th grade and it’s picture day at school. My hair, freshly combed with the black, plastic pocket comb all students received, was long and straight. I wore a sage green smock top and my face was bare. Make-up was unheard of then for elementary grade students. I looked completely and utterly like … Continue reading Picture this






