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Susannah’s Fall, Winter Reading List, 2020-2021
Category Archives: art
Everyone could use some babying, once in a while… or at the very least, 40 winks. And let’s face it, good friends, these days, are hard to find. And that includes, a good nanny. Takes someone pretty special letting you … Continue reading
By Childe Hassam (1859-1935), hung in the Oval Office requested by John F. Kennedy from Washington’s National Gallery, during the 1000 days of his short, but memorable administration.
Not that I’m surprised, but after interviewing, Mr. Salam, the mask salesman on 86th and First, who said his leopard is his best seller, cheetah the runner up, I remembered fashion has the last say. “Me weef, she con’t not … Continue reading
I’ve often compared writing to having a child you cherish and protect, the way a bear defends her cub. An art, according to Webster, is a skill doing a specified thing, improved through practice. It’s personal, no matter the packaging, … Continue reading
My respect for Governor Andrew Cuomo has increased considerably. If one wants to see what’s been referred to as a War President, he certainly wears the mantle. New York, the city where I’ve lived more than half my life, is … Continue reading
No, this is not about chickens with a typo. I ran into a fella I hadn’t seen as I was coming out of Barnes and Noble, who seemed initially, very happy to see me. After a pleasantry or two, he … Continue reading
Kurt Vonnegut loathed adverbs (a noun, word or phrase that modifies or qualifies an adjective, verb, or other adverb or a word group), slaying them at every turn, making me aware how often I use them. That LY you don’t … Continue reading
It’s right before sunup as I walk down Lexington, just me and a lone can-man collecting his wares. I walk this early since the city is under siege with hardhats and jackhammers, peace no longer a given where I live, … Continue reading
I saw her strolling, her golden blonde hair picking up the late afternoon light. She had an ice cream cone in one hand, a Chanel purse, the other. I remember trips to the Met, sated in Renoirs, Lunch of the … Continue reading