Category Archives: Starbucks

A Dull Utterance

A friend or foe, depending how you take it, said my daily utterances, as they put it, have become a tad dull. Excuse me, while I slip my head in the oven. They miss my monthly Carlyle pieces, and I … Continue reading

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Friendship a Bloomin’

The Latino woman preceding me most days in the Starbuck’s line, along with the African American cook who works for a rich family on Fifth, have become fast friends. I’ve been watching it unfold, this funny friendship you’d never expect … Continue reading

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A Not Nice New York

I live on the Upper East Side in the middle of a pretty block. If you go west, all is clean and peaceful, doormen sweeping, hosing down the pavement.  Seasonal flowers planted on each esplanade. However, if you go east, … Continue reading

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Lucky Dog

Lucky is a 15 year-old toy poodle who’s on his way to the dentist to have a tooth pulled. He belongs to Mr. Brooks Brothers, the man I see in Starbucks most mornings. I first saw them one Sunday more … Continue reading

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A Day In The Life of a Thin Girl

4 a.m..sit-ups in the dark, a few leg raises…10 push-ups before peeing like an arthritic racehorse. 4:25…head under the sink, hair standing straight up like a troll doll…gargle…make bed. 4:55…out the door to Starbucks.  Stop at all-night fruit stand for … Continue reading

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The French Press

I thought the French press was something the French did in bed. Who knew it was an odd looking coffee pot. Certainly not me who spends a small fortune at Starbucks, which is why, I thought, I’ll just buy myself a … Continue reading

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Zeke and Al

Al is a mutt, and Zeke, a five year-old boy, with autism.  Think Timmy and Lassie, just a tad imperfect. Zeke’s mom has her hands full, which is why, when I see Al, tied to the no-longer-in-use phone booth in … Continue reading

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The Barista and the Paperboy

Love is in bloom, and at 5 a.m. no less. I’ve been watching it unfold for months now, like an exotic plant acclimating to a hotter climate. Charlotte, I’ll call her, is overweight, but so, so pretty, reminding me of … Continue reading

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A Little Diplomacy

It’s been, the First Day of School week, on the upper east side.  Kids of all ages, with parents, grandparents, nannies in tow, dressed like tiny cadets…boys in blue blazers and miniature knackis, girls wearing jumpers, tights and brand new … Continue reading

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Separates

 No, this isn’t about pants and crewnecks….it’s one of my random observations while sitting in Starbucks. It’s Sunday, so the crowd is different from during the week. I’m seated against the wall, watching as coffee drinkers file in. There are … Continue reading

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