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Some Assembly Required
Hot Tip! New book by Anne Lamott called Some Assembly Required. At first I was going to say it’s strictly a girl’s read but then I changed my mind since Sam, her 22 year old son weighs in and is even...
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For The Birds
I’m truly starting to believe I was a Franciscan monk in another life because yet again I have another bird story, 2 actually. “What did you say? What’s the bird/monk connection?” “Rumor has it when...
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Anne Lamott
This all started a little over a week ago after I read Anne Lamott’s new book, Some Assembly Required, reviewed on May 21. I immediately took her other 5 non-fiction books from the library. I’m already...
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Kitty Briefing
I thought it would be nice to give a report on Traveller the cat and her furry, little brood. To recap, in the post “Three Little Kittens” Traveller makes a heartfelt plea to find homes for her 3...
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Humoring the Humorless
I consider myself blessed having a sense of humor, something that has bailed me out of so many things my entire life. At my worst moment I will find what’s funny latching onto it like a lift boat....
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The New Neighbor
I’m almost afraid to pen this for fear of setting off some evil force. As I reported 10 or so posts ago, the girl upstairs was moving out and I was waiting with baited breath to see who would replace...
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I’ll Take 3, No Ice
I met a woman standing in line at the post office with triplets; a boy and two girls. After twenty minutes of staring at triplicate everything – blankets, booties, bibs, I sidled up next to her and...
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The Red Socks
I’ll admit, I do tend to have strange encounters. I think it’s partly because I pay attention like most writers, and I’m willing more often than not to engage…like this morning. It was pouring all day...
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Little Boys Do Cry
I was walking down 81st Street when I watched a little boy, no more than 2, take a spill on the sidewalk. Instead of crying like I expected, he pulled himself up, regained his balance and pressed on....
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Hey Kid
On Saturday, I was walking up Park Avenue on my way to buy groceries, when I came upon a boy, no more than thirteen, weeping on the corner of 83rd Street. Naturally I had to stop, something I do...
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Baby It’s Cold Outside
I’m here wrapped in blankets perusing Google Images. I went from food to cats to Chanel and ended up at babies. How cute are they. I’d take a little off the back if I were you. I know…I’m gonna pull...
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Emma
I have a brand new girlfriend named Emma. She’s a tad younger than me not to mention a bit shorter. But what do you expect at 18 months. What I first noticed was her style very much like mine. She...
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Walking A Kid To School
A friend of mine who went to visit her family for the holiday, asked me to walk a little boy to school, a regular job she has. So for three days I showed up at Arthur’s house at 7:30 a.m. where I sat...
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Look Who’s Talking
Remember the movie when Kirstie Alley plays the mom and Bruce Willis did the voice of the baby? I was sitting on a bench in front of Dean and Deluca, a neighborhood coffee joint, when a woman came by...
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The Rising Son
I rarely regret not having kids. When my biological clock began ticking loudly, I let it’s batteries run out with a sad, silent grace. If I couldn’t be a parent with a loving partner, I wasn’t about to...
View ArticleBlessed Are The Peacemakers
I get so much shit, for being nice, pardon my parlance, choosing to take the highroad since there’s less traffic on it, if you will. I’m amazed how often my cheerful countenance is challenged as though...
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Best Story of the Week
There I am, en route to the ATM, my checking account, due to the season, on life support, trying so hard to mind my own business, when, in my hawklike eyeline, what do I see? A mother yelling at her...
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A Little Caboose
I should just switch my site to a train travelogue since, once again, I have a tender tale to share. I’m on the N Train, the Broadway local into Queens, when, as I make my way to the stairs to exit,...
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Did You Lose A Baby?
It’s just before noon walking down Lexington Avenue. I see a baby in a carriage, unattended. No, you haven’t read that wrong. There was an actual infant left alone in front of a hair salon. I...
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Life On The Train
As my melancholy continued, I looked to an old friend for solace. What I love about BB is, she’s always home. I took the local not being in any hurry, settling in a seat by the door so not to...
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