Where we love is home – home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts. Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. First off, I need to vent that I do not have a dog. Thus, Toto, in this piece, is completely metaphorical. Lack of dog aside, I’m feeling […]
Seeking freedom Circle upon circle there’s no exit Running through the hoops No way to bend the mind The circles strangle For they are perfectly round Round and round With no way out The road ends at the beginning Concentric circles sound so pretty Prettyily we talk Mightily […]
Don’t stop believing Do you know the Journey song “Don’t stop believing“? It starts with a great keyboard riff and the lyrics of “Just a small town girl Livin’ in a lonely world She took the midnight train” It also is in our recent public consciousness as it […]
It’s been six months Six months ago exactly I left my beloved New York for the west coast. I set off on my third try at living in California. Does the old adage of third time is a charm hold for this adventure? Considering that I gave up […]
Years after college I would go out clubbing, often at places that played ’80s music. It was fun, silly and high-spirited namely because the songs were just for dancing (mostly badly) with no real no societal insight. Although I readily danced to it, I must admit I hated […]
Despite it’s extremely “pop” nature, I liked Malcom Gladwell’s The Tipping Point. He is a fellow social psychologist. Yah! I have seen academic psychologists sneer at his type of writing but we all know that it is just deep-seated jealousy. For my dissertation, my co-chair is a pretty […]
Roger that: I’m five by five It is the beginning of the week, we are squarely in summer time and I am feeling good. There are 171 days remaining until the end of the year but there is much more to accomplish in this calendar year. Nearly 40 […]
Sorry mom: I cook only when I want to (which is hardly ever) When I was a young girl, I mightily declared that I would never learn to cook because I didn’t care to be that type of woman when I grew up. My family laughed at me […]
The musical score of my life between New York and San Francisco My six year old son has no idea what is a cassette tape. He has no idea what a mix tape is. He looks at a CD and he thinks it is an XBox game. The […]
Fenced off space with meaning: The evolution of ground zero and my place in it Not so long ago I lived in Battery Park. Rather I lived three blocks from the World Trad Center. Rather I lived very close to Ground Zero. My apartment building which was close […]
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