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#77 A Still Life Calls for a Change

I 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 Answers

Despite, 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 Up

Here'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 River

File 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 Air

A 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 Do

I’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 You

About 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 Me

The 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 Knows

Writing 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 Tall

I reposted something on FaceBook today: a photo of a very mean, very old nun in full habit aggressively wielding a yardstick. The caption...

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