2008 was a tough year for me.
My mettle was tested to the limit professionally. I came out of it stronger, wiser and recognized for my value. If we could only become wise without the struggle!
Cancer scares - some real, some mistaken. some battles won, some battles lost.
One brother's new union not recognized by law, one sister divorces.
A decision to move on from my little East Village apartment in 2009 in search of space, quiet and nature.
The economy collapses. In terms of my sisters and brothers, three out of five lost their jobs - an investment banker, a marketing research expert, a top magazine editor.
Then November came and the spirits that built this beautiful country came alive again.
We have tremendous challenges ahead and I look forward to being part of the solution.
Cheers to all of you! May the New Year bring you good health, courage and much laughter.
Reflections of a fourth generation east villager bouncing back and forth from Tompkins Square Park to her outer city pad in Strawberry Fields....
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
The Missing Link
I woke up at 6 am to share a cup of coffee with my husband before he headed off to work.
As is his custom, I watched him jam whole slices of bacon into his mouth.
During my second cup of coffee, I sat across the table from my lovely tween son Ben.
As is his custom, I watched him jam whole slices of bacon into his mouth.
Why don't males like to bite and chew food in the morning?
Ben's response "it tastes more bacon-y when you jam it in your mouth."
My husband nodded in agreement like Yoda.
As is his custom, I watched him jam whole slices of bacon into his mouth.
During my second cup of coffee, I sat across the table from my lovely tween son Ben.
As is his custom, I watched him jam whole slices of bacon into his mouth.
Why don't males like to bite and chew food in the morning?
Ben's response "it tastes more bacon-y when you jam it in your mouth."
My husband nodded in agreement like Yoda.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Pristine
I am sitting on my couch writing by the light of my beautiful funkadelic, slightly slanting Christmas tree.
It is almost 11 p.m. and snow is falling gently across Tompkins Square Park.
I love that park like it's a person.
It is quiet outside, except for the sound of taxis driving by and the sound of stray voices scattered here and there.
I feel like I've slipped inside the soul of the city.
Just for a little while.
And it's blissful.
It is almost 11 p.m. and snow is falling gently across Tompkins Square Park.
I love that park like it's a person.
It is quiet outside, except for the sound of taxis driving by and the sound of stray voices scattered here and there.
I feel like I've slipped inside the soul of the city.
Just for a little while.
And it's blissful.
Monday, December 15, 2008
Where the heck have I been?
Hey.
Still getting used to the job, the commute, the new routine picking up Ben blah blah blah.
It's warm here in NYC. At least for today. I can't believe that Christmas is just 10 days away.
I don't feel it right now.
But I will once I turn on the lights of my Christmas tree which is taking up 15% of my living room.
Still getting used to the job, the commute, the new routine picking up Ben blah blah blah.
It's warm here in NYC. At least for today. I can't believe that Christmas is just 10 days away.
I don't feel it right now.
But I will once I turn on the lights of my Christmas tree which is taking up 15% of my living room.
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