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Friday, August 30, 2024

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Sunday, June 18, 2023

on father's day

dad,

'went down to the Seaport to see the tall ships this afternoon!

the masts reached high, the clouds above like full, billowing sails.

remember when we had one of your anniversary celebrations there, a brunch over Labor Day weekend?

then on a whim, walked to the Staten Island Ferry terminal on Whitehall, purchased a bunch of tickets and took a roundtrip ride, just to say we had done it? Abigail and Charlotte were just little girls then!

today, the Tin Building is a beautifully restored, Jean Georges gourmet marketplace. i think you would approve and i will have to get Mom there to enjoy it firsthand.

i bought olive oil and sampled some shrimp, then wandered over to Fulton Street to browse the lovely new Mcnally Jackson bookstore before coming back uptown on the 1 train.

at sunset, i found you again in the golden sky above the Hudson.

thank you for giving me this magical day of new adventures and special memories.

xoxo

at the south street seaport

hudson river from my window

Sunday, April 3, 2022

ninety acres

ninety acres.... nj

Saturday, August 21, 2021

summer afternoon

by The Whitney

Wednesday, April 21, 2021

sky writing

after the verdict yesterday in Minneapolis, a huge storm this afternoon in NYC.

outside my store, torrential rain came down in sheets, then stopped as quickly as it had begun.

in the nearby west village, i was told heavy hail followed.

by dusk, a big, blue-gray heart floated in the sky above, maybe even a double heart.

at least, it appeared as a heart to me when something made me turn to look back toward the river before heading east for my commute home.

look for a sign, my best friend has always told me in my moments of uncertainty.

and hearts are always my signs.

i pray for continued healing for the grieving family of George Floyd and for all communities suffering ongoing trauma, loss and fear.

i pray that the heavens will help us find the way toward love, it's right there, before our very eyes...

meatpacking,
looking east from little west 12th street...

Friday, January 22, 2021

Friday afternoon moon

at the Inauguration this week, Ms Amanda Gorman, our National Youth Poet Laureate, burst forth as a bright, clear light. excerpted from her poem, The Hill We Climb:

We will not march back to what was, but move to what shall be: a country that is bruised but whole, benevolent but bold, fierce and free.

We will not be turned around or interrupted by intimidation because we know our inaction and inertia will be the inheritance of the next generation, become the future.

Our blunders become their burdens.

But one thing is certain.

If we merge mercy with might, and might with right, then love becomes our legacy and change our children's birthright.

So let us leave behind a country better than the one we were left.