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
Palm Springs, home no more
The first time I went to Palm Springs, I was 18. I’d never flown before (other than a reputed flight to Arkansas to visit a godmother I have zero contact with, when I was an infant) and the experience was eye opening. The desert amazed me and I, in a most unexpected way, immediately fell … Continue reading Palm Springs, home no more
A cry in the dark
It happened again. For the second time in a few short months, I found myself crying in a yoga studio. Unlike that other time, though, I didn’t see the tears coming and I can’t pinpoint exactly what it was that caused me to cry. If I were forced to point the finger of blame, I’d … Continue reading A cry in the dark
There are people in this world who might happily declare that they’ve done “everything” and that there’s nothing new to experience. I am not one of those people. As evidence, I present to you 22 things I did for the very first time in 2022. Kissed Nick F. Worked in Kinderhook Spent a week on … Continue reading ‘22 Firsts
What I didn’t get for Christmas.
At my house, Christmas Eve is the night when we’ve always celebrated the most. Decades ago there were elaborate dinner parties for 10+, complete with extensive menus and many bottles of wine consumed. In more recent years, however, it’s been me and the fabulous Lilly boys enjoying a still somewhat elaborate meal and exchanging gifts. … Continue reading What I didn’t get for Christmas.
Peeping leaves, sniffing flowers, patting pets.
Despite the predictions of a muted fall due to the dry summer we experienced in New York, it’s been an absolutely beautiful fall. I think the September rains came at just the right time and the result has been what may be the most spectacular foliage season in memory. I’m talking jaw dropping shades of … Continue reading Peeping leaves, sniffing flowers, patting pets.
A Facebook message asking for your phone number is probably rarely a good thing. When it comes from the third child of one of your two Jewish moms, you just know the news is going to be particularly bad - and, indeed, it was. She (S) was gone. My immediate reaction was physical, … Continue reading Motherless