Category Archives: readng
Let’s Talk About Reading
I’m a cereal reader myself and no, that’s not a typo since I sneak in a chapter or two over my oatmeal in the morning, considering it multitasking. When people say, other than social media, they never read, I’m unusually … Continue reading
The Presidential Peanut Gallery
I couldn’t help getting teary when I saw the art President Biden chose for the Oval Office. A President can hang artwork from the White House’s own collection, or borrow from museums for his term in office. President Obama had … Continue reading
The Way It Is Now
Today I was chased by a Corgi named Goldie who I’m madly in love with. She’s a little more than a puppy with fur that feels like silk, nuzzling you, like a low to the ground lover. Her owner, however, … Continue reading
Best Story of the Week…November 5th
I’m walking up Madison after my run, looking at all the stores boarded up like an old abandoned movie set, fearing post election looting. There are two young construction workers sipping coffee by the corner synagogue I can’t help looking … Continue reading
Voting 6 Feet Apart
The drum roll has begun. Why does this presidential election feel more like the apocalypse than a Democracy? Hell if I know. Rather than noble Americans, we’re more like the Jets and Sharks in West Side Story, the way we’ve … Continue reading
Defending Jackie
I walk by 1040 Fifth, Jackie Kennedy’s longtime address (1964-1994), most mornings. Sometimes I gaze up to the 15th floor, other times, like today, stop to pay a brief homage. A girl was standing nearby, so I assumed she too … Continue reading
What I Don’t Get
Pink hair, for instance. A girl I know dyes her hair the color of canned ham, camera ready, as if it had its make-up done. Alright, so she’s no Grace Kelly, but why make matters worse, shooting your hair in … Continue reading
Comfort Food
You’re expecting me to say Oreos or mashed potatoes. Not that I don’t love them, but a day or so ago, when I wasn’t feeling my particular best, went to my trusty book shelf and took down The Killer Angels, … Continue reading
Books Should Be Read
My late step-father had a huge book collection he treated like, pulp Polo ponies. I think it was the reason he married my mother, because she was the only one who was willing to dust them all. Once visiting, I … Continue reading
Tit for Tat
I’m in the Park. It’s close to 10 as I sit on a bench hoping no one joins me besides the breeze that’s blowing through my hair. All I want are a few minutes of mask-less reading time. Is that … Continue reading