The other day I got caught in the rain on my morning walk. More than a drizzle, less than a downpour. I don’t relish walking in the rain. I count on a 15-minute margin of error in timing my walks to the local weather forecast. Meteorology is only so precise. A neighbor passed … [Read more...] about On Hold: my corona diaries
Day 1, week whatever. I am not myself. Why Day 1 when awareness of COVID-19 has been with us for months? Is it the snow falling, a post-spring-equinox reminder that seasonal change is fluid? Is is a revelatory moment, just a day ago, a corner turned in my understanding of the hoarding … [Read more...] about I am not myself: my corona diaries
The first public library I ever walked into was on wheels. There was an elementary school, more than one synagogue and church, but no nearby library in the Brooklyn neighborhood of my early childhood years. Situated on the edge of East Flatbush and Canarsie, that maze of 20 six-story … [Read more...] about The Bookmobile
This morning had me scrambling outside for a walk during a brief break from the rain we seem to be getting a lot of lately. Scattered thunderstorms are a summertime staple, the operative word being ‘scattered.’ Rolling thunder. Lightning bolts cracking through the sky, as mystifying and … [Read more...] about Rain rain go away . . .
It’s a truth universally acknowledged that lipstick and shoes are economic indicators: during tough times both lipstick sales and heel heights are up. So what does it say when Vogue takes a look at ‘80s nostalgia in recent couture shows? You could chalk it up to some marketing maven’s … [Read more...] about Back to the ‘80s?
My daughter sends me a text along with a photo, shoes she is trying on. Jimmy Choo mules on sale. They’re comfortable, she texts. We wear the same size. They’re gorgeous. One of us should have them, I text back. I’m thinking of her wedding, an outdoor, grassy affair. Special days require special … [Read more...] about Mother of the long-distance bride-to-be