#77 A Still Life Calls for a ChangeI went on a cruise once, decades ago, and the elevator floor had a removable inset piece proclaiming the day of the week. On the first...
#76 You Got Me Coming Up With AnswersDespite, or maybe as a result of my Catholic upbringing, I took a pretty hard-core 180 into near-atheism in my young adulthood. I had a...
#75 One Man's Trash, That's Another Man's Come UpHere's something that will probably sound like I've hit peak Brooklyn: After dropping off my compost at the Green Market, I strolled...
#74 I Wish I Had a RiverFile this under: Stuff I Did Instead of Writing. A few days ago a new icon appeared on my Netflix home screen: VIRGIN RIVER. There was a...
#73 They Said It Really Loud, They Said It on the AirA couple of weeks ago, I wandered into a new wine shop in the neighborhood. It was peak gentrified Brooklyn: decorated with stuff that’s...
#72 It's Amazing What Baking Can DoI’m getting lots of calls and texts asking how I'm coping with the loss of Delilah, my Chief of Staff and faithful canine companion of 17...
#71 Times Square Can't Shine as Bright as YouAbout 30 posts ago I wrote an ode to my dog, Delilah. You could READ IT HERE if you want. I'm glad I wrote it then because I'm struggling...
#70 Whenever This World is Cruel to MeThe other day my BFF Joanna sent me an amazing gift: a “Best Of” compilation of our email correspondence from 2001-2002. Washington, DC,...
#69 Nobody Knows It, Nobody KnowsWriting Prompt: Memorable Neighbors When our family lived in the house on Darby Road, there were lots of neighbors with lots of kids. My...
#68 None of You Stand So TallI reposted something on FaceBook today: a photo of a very mean, very old nun in full habit aggressively wielding a yardstick. The caption...