He leaned against the doorway and mused about skiing. How far away was the best snow right now? I remembered skipping school to go skiing. We chatted about powder and cheap lift tickets and raccoon-face tans. Then he brought up cross country skiing. There was a golf course he knew that converted to a cross country ski course in the winter, and wasn’t that cool? … Continue reading Playing Hooky
Recently, I “boosted” a couple of my blog posts to see how they would do out in the real (haha) world. The blogs reached (slightly) more people, and a handful “liked” and commented. Nothing earth-shattering. Then I got it. My first critic. Only this guy skipped over any real criticism and hurled an insult. He typed “Screw you”. He typed something else after, but I … Continue reading Screw You
Lately, a sponsored ad keeps popping up on my social media page. It’s an ad for some sort of magic makeup stick, and features a young girl applying it easily under her eye and below her brow. It is supposed to show a before/after look, depicting how it can hide the “I haven’t slept in days” face. I don’t wear much makeup. And the stuff … Continue reading LOL (Lines Of Laughter)
There is a phrase…three little words…that can change everything. Heal a heart. Save a life. It’s not the three words you’re thinking. It’s not the overused phrase that only holds its meaning until the person saying it changes their mind. Because those three words don’t change a thing. Romance is a dance. A pastime. A prelude to something more. Something that involves work. No one … Continue reading 3 Little Words
I love when life throws out little metaphors. Or better yet, big ole signs on the side of the road. Especially when I am searching but not searching. About as clear as mud, yes? I just had a conversation with a friend about the possibility of reinventing myself past a certain age. It started with a city and a pair of boots. Women go through … Continue reading My Giving Tree
He sat across from me. This was new. Typically, he stood. He always seemed ready to run. I was learning his life in pieces. I knew some of those pieces were harder to give up than others, so I understood his need to run. But today was different. Today, he wanted to tell me more. I stayed quiet. Afraid if I said a word, he … Continue reading 1964, a dead cat, and an interruption
I want to pour myself a whiskey and light a cigarette and sit on the beach in Venice with Hank Moody discussing writing and how much we miss New York. Unfortunately, I’ve got to go Christmas shopping instead. Continue reading Bye Coastal
Today as I sat on my flight, I looked out the window and saw a different New York Skyline. Fog had taken over the city this morning. With the possibility of seeing The Nutcracker performed at Lincoln Center (excellent seats) and the Messiah performed at Carnegie Hall (my Aunt Wendy singing… something I have yet to see), I half-hoped my flight would be canceled. It’s … Continue reading Scar Tissues
Holiday-Speak: “It’s the thought that counts” = “That was poorly executed…what a crappy gift!” Continue reading Holiday Speak
So around 8 pm, I walked down my stoop and headed toward the pharmacy to get something for my cold… and I found myself walking to Madison Square Park (thinking, of course, that some Shake Shack cheese fries would fix me right up). When I arrived, I discovered a gingerbread house and a Christmas tree, and as I snapped a few pictures, my favorite building … Continue reading Magic
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