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My office looks out on the High Line. Elevated freight rail tracks that were once used to expedite goods from the various factories along the west side of Manhattan and that have recently been turned into an urban park. The tracks run from Gansevoort St up to 34th Street and the structure is gorgeous. The … Continue reading

Rush hour at the laundromat

There are many advantages to living in NYC, not being able to do your own laundry in your apartment is definitely not one of them. Granted, there are those lucky few who have laundry in their apartment or even in their building, unfortunately that’s not my case. I could just send my laundry out but I tried that … Continue reading

Friendship on the streets

Late last night as I was heading toward the subway on the way home from a very long day at work, I noticed two homeless people had set up their home for the night by the entrance. They were both elderly and one of them was washing the other with baby wipes while chatting away … Continue reading

Working for my supper

Summertime brings crab boils to NYC. Tables covered in newspaper, fingers for utensils and mountains of crabs to pick through plus communal seating make for fun nights. Of course, when you’re like me and will talk to anyone it’s even more fun. Recently, my friend Jeff invited me to join him for a crab boil … Continue reading

This Friday night

I spent my Friday night with my best friend and her daughter and it was awesome. Getting to catch up with my bestie, enjoy play-do popcorn and watch her daughter feed ‘Robot’ as she’s taken to calling their cat was just what I needed after a long work week. We enjoyed a bottle of wine … Continue reading

Your clothes, your choice.

I confess. I like ironing. I iron in front of the TV, often with cup of tea or a glass of wine nearby. The simple back and forth motion of the iron as it erases creases, the whoosh of steam from the vents, working my way through a pile and watching it transform into neat little … Continue reading

Death defines us

Walking through the cemetery I noticed the inscriptions on the headstones – devoted son, father and grandfather. Precious only child , beloved wife and mother. sister. wife. mother. In death, we are not defined by what we did ot who we were but by what we meant to others. How well we loved and were … Continue reading