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Close but no sale

I almost bought an apartment this week. It was filled with charm and I was smitten.  I fell in love with the location, north of the city but not too north.  I could keep my doctors, friends and my hairdresser … Continue reading

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It was a blast

Last Sunday my neighborhood was filled with rain, rainbows and love.  The Gay Pride Parade marches past my block here in Chelsea.  This year it was particularly joyful.   June was a delightful month.  I made an effort to keep … Continue reading

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Astoria, Queens

  My friends Donna and Tom are leaving New York this week. They’re headed to Florida to move permanently into the townhouse they purchased a few years ago. It’s a step towards retirement but no one has actually said that … Continue reading

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Tulips

    I went to my Dad’s house this weekend. “The tulips look good.” We kept saying that to each other over and over.  Sitting in his conservatory, we were looking out at the bursts of yellow and red dotting … Continue reading

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Wintery tales

“It’s cold.” A few million other people and I have been mumbling those words for weeks now. The only one who’s not buying it is my dad. “The winter of 1934 was worse than this. If you live through something … Continue reading

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A tiny spot in Indiana

Some Fridays, I crash into the weekend like a race-car driver who has lost control of the wheel.  It’s not a pretty scene.  It usually happens like it did this past week when I have a great deal of travel.  … Continue reading

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The perfect storm

We’ve been cleaning out my father’s house every time my sisters and I get together.  It’s a massive undertaking that isn’t going quickly.  We’re a sentimental lot and so we average about 5 things tossed and then we fall into … Continue reading

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