Oct 13, 2009
Every Sunday after church my Dad’d stop at the newspaper store to pick up The Sunday Times. I walked my Sunday-best into the shop and stood in my father’s shadow just below the register, slid my sticky fingered hand into the candy bin and swiped a piece of Bazooka bubble gum. The pink of it. […]
Oct 2, 2009
Call me unconventional.I loved school. Especially Catholic School.The More House School for Girls.Girls only.Plenty of girls. Being girls.Bright, brilliant, clever, ever-so-often naughty girls. The More House School was uniform-free.A style forum for 11 year olds just down the road from Beauchamp Place and around the corner from Harrods . The curriculum included Latin, French, Spanish, […]
Sep 30, 2009
I’m often asked, Why don’t more people do yoga? Buy a mat. Roll it. The Black Mat, standing seven feet and weighing in at more than 7lbs! Shove it in a bag. Schlepp it. Negotiate steps, the subway, a bus, a bicycle, concrete. Day in and day out. Weeks. Months Years. To wear or not too […]
Aug 25, 2009
I want go London I want go America sing the chorus-kids while high stepping across a mountaintop in the Shah Rukh starrer Pardes. But their sentiments change as they reach the refrain I love my India I love my India Ye mera India The closest I ever got to hunky Shak Rukh was the backseat […]
Aug 13, 2009
Loverboy overheard blackberry-bragging to his Ladylove, Well I can’t stand here much longer. Ya’ll know what happens to Brown Sugar in the rain. Kiki says,Butter couldn't melt in that man's mouth.
Aug 13, 2009
Kudos to the folks with their pint-sized umbrellas pulled from back pockets, packs and purses. Let’s face it. An urban umbrella should be a small quaint affair. Like an umbrella plucked from a Tiki Lounge Mai Tai. What a glorious feeling to move among pedestrians whose umbrellas lift and dip to allow a crowd to […]
Aug 4, 2009
Never seen a sign in a window advertising Wanted Surly Waitress But years ago, that was my number one career goal. Well, number two, if I count starring in a Sundance Award-Winning Film as number one. Or maybe number three if I could have earned while lounging peignoir-clad in bed all day reading Colette. My waitress […]
Aug 1, 2009
If there’s a felon on the run, I wanna know NYPD is going on a manhunt. Not going on www.manhunt.com. That NYPD is putting perps on the book, throwing ‘em in the pokey. Not giving ‘em a poke on FaceBook. That they are tough on crime. Not tough on-line. Golly, what’s this cop up to? Brooklyn […]
Jul 29, 2009
Used to be a person used his own damn sleeve. To wipe a nose, rub schmutz off some kid’s cheek, handle something too hot to. As for the paper cup, it didn’t need its own sleeve. Still doesn’t. If cups could scoff, they’d scoff at the sleeve. Heck, they’d snort. If cups needed sleeves it’d […]
Jul 3, 2009
Seemed when a man shot junk into his arm, thousands of tiny gyroscopes chugged through his veins like Pac Men. Gangly H users, their eyes dialled so far past white to be as good as shut, stepped into moving traffic. Not from the green but from well in between. They surfed a swath of tarmac […]
