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“I can’t come out after the rehearsal,” said Kathleen. “I promised my friend I’d see her Belly Dancing. It’s her first ever show.”
“I don’t want to be a King,” protested Arthur, when told that he had to participate in the annul family nativity show. “I don’t want to and you can’t make me.”
It’s Spring in New York – daffodils, blossoms, no need to wear a coat weather, the whole bit. The evening was filled with out on the balcony possibilities and I was determined to make the most of them.
Just when we though it couldn’t be getting any hotter: 100 degrees. 100 degrees? That’s just not reasonable. People are shaving their dogs.
Heavily into picnic mode, Jon and I went for a walk on the High Line – not some kind of strange circus stunt, but rather a modern park elevated on disused railway tracks above the city, meandering through the buildings … Continue reading
I’m through with winter. I know. There’s months of it to go, and I should suck it up and make the best of it with hearty stews, warming soups, sticky puddings and other seasonal deliciousness, and I will, but for … Continue reading
It’s official. Grace is in love. It happened just before midnight when Alex, guy she picked up in the park back in the summer, said it first. Continue reading
Like something that only happens in the movies, Amazing Grace went out for dinner with the stranger she met one lunch time in Madison Square Park. The restaurant terribly chic and terribly Chelsea – Grace calculated that they were the … Continue reading
I have recently re-taken up swimming, and potter up and down my lane in a fairly pedestrian breast stroke, trying not to give in to chlorine-induced hallucinations about losing the locker key in a drain or swallowing a stray floating … Continue reading