I like to think of myself as a relaxed traveler. I fly from the west coast to the east every month and have come to know LAX and JFK so well I could find my gate blindfolded. Or maybe blind. But last week, when I had to navigate the unfamiliar halls and …
In the summer of 1969, Provincetown’s Town House restaurant employed a “town crier” to walk the streets in a Pilgrim-ish outfit, ringing a big bell and loudly extolling the virtues of the eatery’s menu. His delivery was colorful, but his message was bullshit. I waitressed at that restaurant in that summer. I …
When I was in the cast of Hair on Broadway in 1969, we were tripping every night. That is, in character, on stage, we extolled the virtues of drug use and did our best imitation of people who were “floating, flipping, flying, tripping…”. But of course we weren’t high, not really. At …
I read in some magazine in the therapist’s waiting room that a sixty-ish couple could liven up their marriage by re-populating their empty nest with animal life. The article stated that a goldfish wouldn’t cut it. You needed something you could cuddle and walk with, that you could, you know, love. Best …
I was cruising Buzzfeed the other day and noticed an article called 23 Things That Get Way More Exciting As You Get Older. Since I am older than older, I felt qualified to fact check it, with mixed results: 1. Getting socks as a gift Wrong. If my husband were to give …
In the summer of ’69, shortly after kicking myself for not going to Woodstock, I dropped acid and listened to the Traffic album for sixteen hours. Then I did the responsible thing: I went to see my parents to tell them face-to-face that I was dropping out of college. That fall, partly …
Do you ever find yourself at 30th and Lexington in NYC looking for a lunch spot? No, I don’t either. But I’d heard about the Dover Street Market and made it my destination-of-the-day. (I like to do regular DOTD’s when I’m in NYC. Pick a new and intriguing store or restaurant or …
Based on de Blasio’s dire warning on the radio yesterday, I figure the world is about to end. He said we’d never seen anything like the imminent Winter Storm Juno. His tone suggested that we should all curl up in fetal position and prepare to die. If you are a weather wuss …
I had never been so happy to go to a yoga class. That’s not saying much really. I am never exactly happy to go to a yoga class, to be honest. I’d rather go to Zumba, but now that I have 65-year-old knees, I’m told I should embrace a calmer exercise regimen. …
It can be argued that there are positive things about empty nesting, but one thing in the negative column is that, when the kids leave home, they take with them many of your favorite holidays. My little girls and I used to spend a full week prepping for Valentine’s Day. We’d buy …