Hello to all, and I hope everyone is well. I know its been some time since my last entry. So much in my life has changed—some glitter and gold moments and some rough patches, but that is the beauty of life! As the holidays approach, I often begin to reflect on the many things in… Read more »
My Uncle Jack and Aunt Anna were having marital problems in the early 1940s. Their fighting hit a new high in their East Harlem neighborhood when Aunt Anna found half her house money missing from the flour tin. She chased Uncle Jack with a ladle full of dog crap up First Avenue to the entrance of the 138th Street Bridge. Jack ran into… Read more »
One of the best things about living in a city like New York is leaving it. —Carrie Bradshaw (Season 1, Episode 3— “Bay of Married Pigs”) My husband and I are leaving New York for the holidays, renting a car and driving to Elkton, VA to spend Christmas with my brother-in-law and his family on… Read more »
There comes a time in the life of every serious Sex and the City tour guide when she’s forced to contemplate her field’s most insurmountable theoretical quandary: What is your favorite episode? My answer is as complicated as anyone’s, but when I’m in a pressure situation I’ve always relied on one response: “Hot Child in… Read more »
My first coffin was metal. It measured six feet long, three feet wide, and three feet deep. It rested on a wood base that lifted its height up by one foot. It sat in near darkness at the rear of the parlor. Everyone paid their respects. Upon close examination, you saw it bled sweat and… Read more »
Last Thursday night, my husband and I went to a party that Esquire Magazine* hosted at a 23.5 million dollar apartment. The apartment, known as the ClockTower Penthouse, is a triplex in DUMBO, Brooklyn, and is the most expensive piece of real estate in the borough. The main floor features four enormous working glass clock… Read more »
Nearing the 1964 Christmas break during my fifth grade, thirteen inches of snow blanketed my street late on a Thursday evening. Losing a school day to the elements was a beautiful thing. Friday morning, my friends and I mushed over to Central Park towing our sleds through the middle of the street. Milking the day… Read more »
Good grief, how did we ever survive planes without cell phones, smart phones, tablets, and laptops? People need to learn to disconnect when they step on board. In case you missed it, today’s big brouhaha is over did whether or not actor Alec Baldwin turned his phone off soon enough to meet with the flight attendant’s… Read more »
Why am I awake? This question poses itself as my body lays in a comfortable position on the first available secluded space I found on the Oranjestad portion of Aruba’s west coast. The sand beneath me contours to nestle, hold and support my body. The warmth of my billions-grain fine quartz mattress speckled with broken… Read more »
Sheep Meadow was quiet on the first of December and stunning. A couple made a reservation for the whole place. I felt like an intruder and walked wide around them but snuck behind for two photos. On the very bottom are two pictures of one particular tree, from yesterday, and from last year in blossom. Walking… Read more »
