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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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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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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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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My husband and I practically crawl up the steps of the subway station, huffing and puffing. It’s a hot, muggy day. A few feet away, a young, homeless man sits on the sidewalk with a sign I can’t make out. What I can see, however, is the look of absolute pleasure on his face as…
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I have often said, mostly to myself, that with just one onion I could make a feast with whatever else happened to be left in the cupboards. That is the perfection of an onion. Whether raw and finely grated, roasted in the oven, or sautéed and shiny from a bit of extra virgin olive oil,…
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When you’re a kid learning how to play games from adults, you latch on to certain things, depending on your personality and perspective. For me, in Scrabble, it was “Oooooo…7-letter word. Aaah…triple-word score.” I was a nerdy, dictionary-reading kid, so as part of my strategy, I also memorized the “q” words that could be spelled…
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Another heavenly week has come and gone. This was year 2 of my Virginia Beach writing retreat with the Doll Babies. If that’s conjuring up images of sweet, little ladies popping bon bons as they write, well, the bon bons are not far off course, but sweet…nah. If you saw us coming, you might think…
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