Monthly Archives: September 2011

The Memorial

New York is a marvelous place, and even though I would not want to live here, I am grateful for it’s existence, it’s ‘don’t ‘f’ with me’ attitude and endless array of interesting human beings. Today when I walked to … Continue reading

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Grief and what it can teach us

I just finished a book that caused me to cry, great heaving sobs loud enough to be heard by the neighbors. Let’s Take the Long Way Home, a memoir of friendship written by Gail Caldwell in equal measure broke and … Continue reading

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Fall and the yearning

The morning I write this my fingers numb as they tap on the keyboard while I sit outside on my deck sipping coffee on the first crisp morning of fall. I’m wrapped in an old chenille robe, (I would like … Continue reading

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