The Handmaids And Me

Mar 24

The Handmaids And Me

These are strange times. To wit: How the hell could a show as bleak as The Handmaid’s Tale actually improve my outlook on life in this time of global pandemic and economic meltdown? I had no idea. For months, years even, my brother the cinematographer has been telling me to watch The Handmaid’s Tale. But would I listen? Of course not. I already was  watching too...

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Where’s The Beef?

Oct 30

Where’s The Beef?

It’s right here, folks, and yours to enjoy—guilt free! I guess by now you’ve heard the news: red meat may not be as bad for you as we were led to believe. It may not be bad at all! Hot off the presses, if not the grill, comes this announcement: A new set of guidelines published Sept. 30 in the Annals of Internal Medicine suggests that many people may not...

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Listen, Do You Want To Know A Secret?

Jul 05

Listen, Do You Want To Know A Secret?

Do You Want To Know a Secret? When I was younger, so much younger than today . . . yes, I listened to the Beatles, just like everyone else. But I also had a fantasy that I think is somewhat unique. When I’m 64 , I thought to myself, I would be a kind of geriatric Eloise living at the Plaza Hotel. Imagine that! If you remember your children’s literature, Eloise was...

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An American in Mourning

Jun 11

An American in Mourning

Gershwin and grief do not mix. The first thing they should tell you in grief groups is that you should never, ever go to a romantic musical while you’re in mourning. And of these musicals, the worst (because it’s the best) would be An American In Paris. Here’s my story: A short time after being widowed, my good friend Diana suggested we go to dinner and a play. I...

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The Bike Bitch

Apr 15

The Bike Bitch

Open Letter to  Bill de Blasio Dear Mr. Mayor: I have a quick and easy way to make you a popular mayor— or at least a hero to citizens afraid for their lives: Make me the Official Commissioner Of Bicycle Safety Enforcement,      AKA The Bike Bitch. You see, your honor, I live on East 22nd Street, and I’m mad as hell about cyclists speeding, going the wrong way, and...

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