Walking helps the weeping. Springtime brings a little something new to notice each day. Mostly I'm swept up in that touch of green-gold on just-budding leaves. Typically halfway into my walk around the lake endorphins kick in. My gaze shifts from the ground to the trees and sky. Nests show … [Read more...] about Walking Waiting Worrying Weeping: my corona diaries
The things we do for love
Saturday afternoon finds me in a crush of people at the Brooklyn Museum, the next to last day of an exhibition already extended two weeks by popular demand. Clearly I’m not the only one with a curiosity re: the cultural place/history of high-heeled shoes. Killer Heels: The Art of the High-Heeled … [Read more...] about The things we do for love
Why I’m not a Hannah, Marnie, Shosh, or Jessa
Sometimes I can’t help identifying with TV characters. When I wasn’t even close to Carrie Bradshaw’s age, my friends and I always assigned each other friend roles (I was once comically assigned the role of Comet the dog from “Full House”—I was not happy about this). When a TV show is based on … [Read more...] about Why I’m not a Hannah, Marnie, Shosh, or Jessa
