Tag Archives: The Metropolitan Museum of Art
Where We Met
Whenever I find myself in The Metropolitan Museum of Art’s Great Hall, I think of Bill. It’s where we went on our first date, the room that launched a romance. We were leaving after spending an hour or so talking … Continue reading
Sittin’ in the Park
I’m reminded often, how lucky I am to live so close to Central Park. Even though I run through it most days, I tend to forget to visit more casually. Today, after it rained all night, I threw on chinos … Continue reading
Four-Letter Word Starting With F
I pride myself in being a nice, polite person. That’s not to say I don’t have a snide side. I do…inherited from my dear, sweet, dead mother. Like a boxer who needs to guard his fists, I keep my sass … Continue reading
Saturday Night Chicks
Camille and I are sitting in front of the Met checking out the cheese, as she likes to call it. We’re in little dresses and flats, cardigans tossed over our shoulders…dressed for, we’re not quite sure what we’re doing yet. … Continue reading
Simple Pleasures
I used to have a much bigger life, first as a decently paid model then as the girlfriend of a well-to-do man. I traveled, attended parties and charity events along with eating out every night. It explains why I never … Continue reading
Love: Add Water and Stir
I was sitting on the Metropolitan Museum’s steps having myself a good muse. It’s a great place for a little late night reflection since the city slows down just enough to give you space to think. I was accompanied by … Continue reading
One For The Dealer
I want to talk a little about Jackie Kennedy Onassis whose old apartment I pass by most mornings. Images float through my mind especially the days before she died: a stirring shrine of flowers, the throng of people holding quiet … Continue reading
The Desecration of Fraunces Tavern
This won’t mean much to most of you but for some it might. Before I plunge into a cloud of criticism, I want to say how much this historic, awe-inspiring place has meant to me. I’ve spent some of my … Continue reading