If you’ve been following along, you know we’re about to set off on a new adventure. I’ve been packing boxes and selling furniture. My apartment looks like a warehouse. There was one piece of “furniture,” however, that was difficult to part with…my piano. When I was three years old, my parents thought they had a…
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Somewhere deep inside, in that pure place that isn’t jaded by life on earth, I’m a believer in “ask and ye shall receive” or at least “it can’t hurt to ask.” Richard and I knew in March 2020 it was time to move on from Jackson Heights, but there weren’t many options. We managed to…
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When my mind quiets down from its frenetic processing of news, I am shocked anew at our current state of affairs. At how in one short week my life went from laughing and eating with friends at a newly discovered Harlem agaveria to being locked inside my Jackson Heights apartment with my asthmatic husband, dreading…
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This post goes out to my pals Karin, Diana, and Kathie, who love fiercely, strive to know others deeply, and understand that believing someone without question is one of the greatest gifts you can give another person. Each of us has at least one thing that triggers us—one thing that presses a button that unleashes…
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It has been a week since my father-in-law, Hugh Lamb, passed away. I’ve been overwhelmed by the messages of love and admiration we’ve received directly and seen on the internet. Hugh was a humble man, so I never realized what a rock star he was in his field. I think even my husband has been…
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Last night, England lost its “Living National Treasure” as he jokingly referred to himself—Hugh Lamb, Richard’s dad and my father-in-law. He was one of a kind—brilliant, witty, and wickedly funny. I loved his smile and the twinkle in his eyes when he told a joke. We had similar taste in music and sent song suggestions…
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“Are you stuck in a rut?” There’s a powerful deck of cards and companion book my writer pals and I have been using for years at our annual writing retreat at the beach. The set is called Medicine Cards by Jamie Sams and David Carson, illustrations by Angela Werneke. Each of us pulls a card…
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Memory is an amazing thing. My husband and I are back in Edinburgh, where we met face-to-face for the first time nine years ago. I remember everything, down to the exact house where we posed for a photo, surrounded by a gorgeous floral display. The front of the house has been updated for autumn with…
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When was the last time you laughed? Really laughed. Not a snicker at a silly meme or a polite chuckle at a poorly told joke. A guffaw, with head thrown back. Maybe you think there isn’t much to laugh at these days. You’d be in good company. But that’s exactly why we need to seek…
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After a lovely dinner with my son at Pizza Classica in Forest Hills, my husband and I decided to walk to Banter Irish Bar. We were in the mood for a Guinness, and the Mets and Yankees were playing. It was a good excuse to teach my British hubby the finer points of America’s favorite…
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