Category Archives: Women and men
His and Hers
She was blonde, he dark, her head buried in his shoulder as they strolled arm and arm. They looked European the way they dressed, simply, but with taste, as if they both entered the world that way. I noticed her … Continue reading
Fashion That Never Sleeps
One of my favorite things to wear I never get tired of, is a little black dress most people associate with Audrey Hepburn. But the person who deserves the credit is the designer, Gabrielle ‘Coco’ Chanel, who in 1926, through … Continue reading
Best Story of the Week…November 14
Kindness, let’s face it, has been globally down a quart, every man for himself, the world’s new motto. Nowadays when you hold a door, ask how someone is or even say thank you, you’re looked upon as a freak. But … Continue reading
The Few and Far Between
I always marvel at the people one meets who are more than willing to help you. It’s rarely who you’d expect to step up to the plate on your behalf. I’m in an area of Brooklyn I’ve never been before, … Continue reading
Ratty and Natty
There are two men, on the periphery of my life, peering in. One is a beat-up musician I should run from, the other, a well-heeled Englishman I should run towards. Don’t get me wrong, I love the natty type that … Continue reading
The Ephemerals
The word ephemeral is an adjective I’ve shamelessly coined as a noun, meaning, lasting for a short time…fleeting, brief, almost as if you dreamt it. I’m referring to people who come and go, check in and out of your life … Continue reading
Dear Mr. Vonnegut
I found myself in Turtle Bay, a part of Manhattan from 43rd to 53rd Streets, stretching from Lexington to the East River. It’s mostly known for the long time home of the late Katharine Hepburn, but for me it has … Continue reading
When Men Are Men
It’s 4 A.M. on a Friday morning, as I head to a very early job. The city, though quieter to be sure, is anything but asleep, especially where the trains are concerned. As a true blue New Yorker, I’m not … Continue reading
Call for Miss Bianchi
I had a date. Yeah I know, wonders never cease. He’s a guy I see most mornings walking his Jack Russell, my least favorite breed since, they’re about as cuddly as a banker you’re hitting up for a loan…red flag … Continue reading