December 31, 2014 § Leave a comment
August 31, 2014 § Leave a comment
Halfway through the holiday weekend. Lazy morning followed by an afternoon spent writing, walking, and looking through old photo albums sent from my cousin Sally, who inherited them from my great-uncle Merlin. Love these two photos in particular of my Mom and Sally on a pony and my grandparents and some friends in their youth.
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Weekend party number three kicked off tonight with my friends’ super fun wedding reception at a pizza joint. It was splendid. But then again, Juli and Paul are fabulous, so a great time was par for the course.
I love these two — everyone does. Look how cute they are. I adore them beyond words.
May they live long, healthy, bright, and shiny lives. I can’t imagine them doing anything less.
August 2, 2014 § 5 Comments
August 1, 2014 § 5 Comments
Family have come to Minnesota from Nebraska, Iowa, North Carolina, and California to celebrate the 90th birthday of my mom’s first cousin Dorothy. Tonight was the first of several group get-togethers that will culminate in a big bash Sunday afternoon.
A few days before she was born, the eighth Olympic games closed in Paris. Four days after she arrived, the comic strip “Little Orphan Annie” debuted. World War One had ended six years earlier and the stock market would set off the Great Depression five years later.
She’s one of the sweetest people you could ever meet, and it’s wonderful to see so many people coming from all over to celebrate her. She is loved and adored by so many.
July 30, 2014 § Leave a comment
Grandpa would have been 101 today. Happy birthday, Grandpa, wherever you may be.
November 28, 2013 § 6 Comments
A banner day, Thanksgiving was.
I ran a great race — my first since spring, post-injury.
The meal I feared ruining turned out way better than planned.
I was surrounded by lovely people — family, friends, children. I even chatted with a few dogs.
The only bad thing? I learned Saul Leiter, one of my favorite photographers, died the other day. I had clung to the hope that I’d bump into him on the Lower East Side one day, ask him a question or two, then leave him be.
Now I’m left to wonder what will happen to the disorganized photographs, drawings, paintings, and treasures that fill his NYC apartment.