It’s taken me a long time but I think I’ve figured it out: my mom’s affinity for musicians who are good songwriters and poets but TERRIBLE singers has something to do with her being a writer. Let’s be real for a second … when you think of a “good” singer you think of someone like Etta James or … [Read more...] about The holy or the broken
#EndOfAnEra
In the Season One finale of Mad Men, back when the agency was just Sterling Cooper, Don Draper made an advertising pitch to Kodak for the new slide projector carousel (ironically something that my dad still owns and rarely uses). His pitch (which you can see in this video) drew on the premise of … [Read more...] about #EndOfAnEra
Looking back/looking ahead
One day rolls into the next and we call it a birthday, a new year, a celebration. We stop to recalibrate, reflect, feed our spirit in a way we rarely stop to think about satisfying the needs of a grumbling stomach. Choose your words, we tell our children when they're young and our hope is to teach … [Read more...] about Looking back/looking ahead
Once upon a time . . .
During my post-college, single-in-the-city years, I almost never watched TV. Time spent alone in my Upper West Side digs meant time spent reading or listening to music—rock, classical, disco, jazz, whatever the mood called for. A solid state Fisher stereo was all I had room for and the sound was … [Read more...] about Once upon a time . . .
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
