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Soft in the Middle
For a while there was very little action in my in-box that needed immediate attention until yesterday when the following letters appeared, which I present to you without alteration: Dear … more
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The Art of Smelling Snow
In the 70s, as a teenager, I trained as a figure skater at South Mountain Arena in West Orange, NJ where the world’s most popular free skater of the time, Janet Lynn, also practiced. I watched … more
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The Magic Words
There’s ‘abracadabra,’ a magic word of unknown origin that we’ve all heard in stage magic. And then there’s ‘bibbidi-bobbidi-boo,’ a magic word sung by the … more
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This crazy maze called life
When I was almost two, I wanted to be a ballerina. And so, I took a shower cap, the kind that separates the hairline from the face and looks like a halo, slipped off my bulky diaper and stepped into … more
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A Charlie Brown Christmas
Enticed by Christmas sales, I decided to purchase a stone bathmat as a present to myself after shopping for gifts that will go to everyone else. “Stone bathmats are popular because they're … more
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Cowboys of Callicoon
Before the first snow fell upon Callicoon, I encountered cowpokes, two of them, riding horses that were dressed from head to hoof in the finest equestrian accoutrements. The plaid woolen saddle … more
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The ‘what ifs’
1.   What if we were all equally beautiful by society’s standards, would we find each other attractive? Perhaps physical attractiveness would take a backseat to personality, … more
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I spy: Trouble on the Narrowsburg Bridge
First, some background information:   When we met, private investigator and polygraph examiner, Andrea Forrest Brock (nee Andrea Forrest), was already famous for researching and verifying … more
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Laughter is the Best Medicine
While some things are no laughing matter, others are a barrel of laughs. Some even say that at the height of laughter, the universe is flung into a kaleidoscope of new possibilities. I would have to … more
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Gems from The Huz
It’s come to my attention that gems, diamonds perhaps, of precious conversation between myself and The Huz (my husband) might be worth sharing. The Huz is a singer. You may know him. His name … more
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The Midnight Knitter
It started when I spotted some skeins of mossy-colored yarn for sale at Wool Worth in Callicoon. “Hmmm, I think I’ll try knitting,” I said to myself. “Or I’ll just buy … more
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Too flamboyant in four acts
Act One: The Feather Boa Scene: Art opening somewhere in Sullivan County   “Your column is too flamboyant,” said a woman in impossibly pink lipstick.   … more
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Meet the columnist, and artist
When Carrie Bradshaw (the fictitious character from the television show, Sex and the City), walks around New York City, people treat her like a celebrity.   They call her name, wave and … more
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To catch a phish
You might have a heart-dropping moment, as did I, when I saw an alarming message in my Facebook/Meta (yeah, I’m confused, too) notifications for Callicoon Walking Tours.   Said notice … more
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The Sweater
My eyes swept across the cafeteria. All the fourth-grade kids blurred into one. Boys into girls and girls into boys. I had no friends, but I did have the power of a brand new Kelly green sweater with … more
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Lucky Lefty
“Awww, look at you,” said the technician gazing at my scan at Vitreous Retina Macula Consultants of New York, “You’re Lucky Lefty. You have lots of blood in your left … more
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The Mayor, the Neighbor, the Huz and the Lottery Ticket
We all lived on 85th Street between Central Park West and Columbus Avenue. Myself and ‘the mayor’ for years in separate apartments on the ground floor of the same brownstone. ‘The … more
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Like a Boogeyman
Notes from the frontlines of cancer, and quotes from my friends in the battle with female cancers. All quotes are true. Names have been changed for privacy.   Sally: “I’m one … more
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Mightier than the sword
   Finally, after visiting with her since February, my oncologist turns to me and says, “I see you’re a writer.” Did I write ‘writer’ as my job description on … more
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Finding Zen
Zen is a cat. No, a kitten. A five month-old naughty (but adorable) kitten, who doesn’t know the meaning of his namesake. By definition, “finding Zen simply means slowing down and … more
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When we were twenty
In response to recent events, I asked others what they were doing when they were twenty years-old.   Here’s my story: At twenty, I had just been promoted from shipping clerk to a … more
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The mystery of the missing UPS box
A friend called, “Everyone’s grousing about the UPS box that went missing from Main Street Callicoon!” he shouts before adding, “And I think you should find out what … more
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Writing Elvis: An interview with Andre Turan
R: I understand you wrote to Elvis.   A: Yes R: How old were you? A: I’m gonna say I was nine or ten years-old. R: And how did you find his address? A: I … more
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Time Blindness
I was going to do a piece on July 4th and how fireworks, thrilling as they may be, also disturb nesting birds, domestic pets and many young children, including myself when I was a wee one. And then I … more
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Word Salad
While balancing a large garden salad on my lap, an even larger word salad was tossed from my laptop in a single breath. And it went like this:   “I am a trans-masculine fem, … more
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