Memorial Day weekend has come and gone. The traditional beginning of summer, this one like no other we've experienced, brings a little easing of pandemic restrictions, if not the anxiety that we're moving too quickly too soon. People are antsy, edgy, ready to go to the beach or the park, not to … [Read more...] about Rock paper scissors: my corona diaries
Young at Heart
July 1985. I’m behind the counter of Farmhouse, Inc., an East Hampton design shop my husband opened with the man who would have been his partner had he not died. It’s Saturday night. We play Frank Sinatra music, always a draw. It had all the markings of a good plan. Keith, my husband’s assistant … [Read more...] about Young at Heart
How we hear music
Today I listened, for the first time in too many years to count, to an album that can only be associated with my mother. She was in that nether world between living and dying. At the wheel of my little red (station) wagon, I’d pop that thing called a cassette into the tape player. The year was 1993, … [Read more...] about How we hear music