I’ve been thinking about thinking a lot and the different ways people use their brains, or don’t use them. I recently wrote a post about the subject at Huffington Post and would like to expand upon it here. As an “outside the lines” thinker, I’ve been listening to this thought rattle around in my head: Can a “within the… Continue reading
Because I can’t taste you anymore. At least, not in the way I used to. Several months ago, I noticed that trusted flavors lacked their usual zest: Garlic, yogurt, onions…all tasted bland. Granted, I’ve never been much of a cook…Well, food tasted blander than that. At first, I thought I was imagining it. But as… Continue reading
As a child in the sixties, my innocence and the innocence of the nation, was shattered by three assassinations, one, years before the others, the others, just several months apart. My generation could no longer hope for the clichéd, happy resolution at the end of a story. Our world, once a pocket of predictability,… Continue reading
My dog Jenny smells coyotes and cats with her superpower nose that can detect animal life through closed windows. It amazes me what she can see with her nose. I stand at the window staring at trees and grass, and bits of sagging sky through the hills, and see nothing living or breathing…. Continue reading
My blog has been mute for a week. Testing – one, two, three. Ahem. It’s back! I found my voice, lost during silent strolls along Atlantic Beach – the sun on my back, fifty-degree ocean water at my feet. One quick toe dip, I stuck to sand and the sand stuck to me. … Continue reading
In the infinite darkness of suburbia, an asphalt-hopping frog defies death to cross the road. I see it in a flash of headlight that hits it midway before it reaches the other side. I brake to prevent from flattening it, guided by a lingering empathy from the 80s. I regret killing its countless cartoon compadres… Continue reading
For my husband, every Christmas is the worst Christmas ever. His father died on his way home for the holiday after a business trip to Chicago. I previously wrote about this horrendous midair accident on the 50th anniversary of the Park Slope crash. I thought it would be fitting to re-post it today, Day 25… Continue reading
Lately, the trees fall down and don’t get up. A graveyard of twigs and leaves still cover the ground from the October nor’easter that whacked our town on its way to the North Pole, which is lovely this time of year. Polar bears slip and slide on icebergs in the frosty wilderness and take holiday… Continue reading
The clerk yelled, “Next!” I stepped up to the counter. “What can I get you?” he asked. I stared at the seemingly infinite choices on the shelf. “Well?” The clerk glared at me. “Uh . . .” “Hesitation is a sign of weakness. This is no place for the meek. You need fortitude to pick… Continue reading
I met QB back in the 70s at a bar in the lower east village. He swaggered up to my table, as a friend and I argued over the merits of bookkeeping versus book tossing. I raised my gaze to a 45-degree angle. “Hello,“ he said. “You’re a cute little number. I’d like to buy… Continue reading