The Eleven Stages of Packing

Jul 26

The Eleven Stages of Packing

Yes, yes, I know. Grief has only seven stages. But this is more complicated. Stage 1: Regret: Why am I taking this trip? Why? Because it’s a cruise on the Queen Mary 2 (a dream of mine), that’s why, and it leaves from Brooklyn, a cab ride away. No plane! No security lines! No being trapped in a flying sardine can with people who mess up the bathroom in...

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Ciao, Baby!

Jul 19

Ciao, Baby!

Ah, Rome, the Eternal City. Forget about San Francisco: you can leave your heart here faster than you can say, “Ciao, Baby!” I, however, held on to my heart, but left my underwear. Let me explain! I was in Rome with my business partner, Diana, and we went shopping for tennis outfits at this really nice store near the Trevi Fountain. They had good prices...

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BRING COLACE!

Jul 12

BRING COLACE!

The e-mail message from Rome said simply: Bring Colace. The reply from NY was equally succinct:  Relief is on the way! If this isn’t the most the most effective communication in the history of the Internet, I’ll eat my cappello. But wait. What’s behind these messages between the Old Country and the New World? Isn’t Italy famous for great...

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Fabulous Fourth

Jul 01

Fabulous Fourth

If there are no fireworks in your relationship, you’re in trouble. I was in trouble. The guy I eventually married — the key word here, folks, is “eventually” — and I were about to have our first Fourth of July together. Yes, that SUCH a girly thing to say. But I take these things seriously and I wanted there to be, well, fireworks! Literally....

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