I grew up during a time when house parties were the rage. Going out was something rare, but adults gathering for cocktails, pinochle and televised boxing matches was a big part of my childhood. I loved those nights filled with Lipton onion soup mix dip and chips with a side of ginger ale and grown … Continue reading When fights are good memories
Tag: musings
Luck and lies and love
While the most apparent similarity between the three words in the title is that they all begin with the letter L, I’m beginning to believe that their connection is something a bit less obvious. It seems to me that they’re all things that we often just find as we bumble through life. Walking through the … Continue reading Luck and lies and love
Sunday papers
An article in the Sunday TU caught my eye. It's about speculators folks collecting art and storing it in shipping containers in Geneva, motivated by a wish to inflate the value, rather than to display and enjoy. That's seriously fucked up. How beautiful is something that is hidden expressly to manipulate its worth? Maybe I'm naive, … Continue reading Sunday papers
Sketches of Spain
Have you ever listened to this album by Miles Davis? It's one of my favorites and sets the mood for so many things - a romantic dinner, a quiet conversation, time alone with your special someone. Add it to your playlist and thank me later, ok? Now that you've got that going, let me share … Continue reading Sketches of Spain
A crap week
The first week of spring, arguably the finest season of the year in upstate New York, was the worst week Lark + Lily has ever experienced. When I say "crappy," I'm being literal, by the way. I arrived at the restaurant Tuesday afternoon and encountered the plumbers who were working industriously to unclog one of … Continue reading A crap week
The ups and downs of breasts
Looking backwards I can't remember exactly when my chest began to develop. If I consider when I began to get genuine attention from males, I could probably carbon date it to somewhere around the age of 13 or so. It was right around the time I ran into my mother in town and she told … Continue reading The ups and downs of breasts
Milestones aren’t meant to be millstones
My oldest child turned nineteen this weekend. I think the child that makes a man or a woman a parent is the child who is more closely observed, documented and measured than any additional children. As a family expands, it just isn't possible to continue the almost obsessive attention that is paid to a first … Continue reading Milestones aren’t meant to be millstones
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