Unfortunately I Don’t Have a Doorman Right Now…

When returning to NYC after an extended period of time away, it’s amazing how things I rarely noticed before suddenly stuck out like a sore thumb.  For instance, why don’t most women in my neighborhood take care of their own children? How come the older people I see walking down the street rarely smile? Why... Continue Reading →

Here’s To the Ladies Who Lunch

"Here's to the ladies who lunch--everybody laugh. Lounging in their caftans and planning a brunch on their own behalf. Off to the gym, then to a fitting, claiming they're fat. And looking grim 'cause they've been sitting choosing a hat. Does anyone still wear a hat? I'll drink to that.”- "Ladies Who Lunch" from "Company."... Continue Reading →

We Tell Ourselves Stories In Order to Live

"We tell ourselves stories in order to live...We look for the sermon in the suicide, for the social or moral lesson in the murder of five. We interpret what we see, select the most workable of multiple choices. We live entirely, especially if we are writers, by the imposition of a narrative line upon disparate images, by the 'ideas'... Continue Reading →

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