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 […]
Sep 23, 2009
Head east on 10th street and stride towards 268. Before you see the sign, you’ll feel the heat rising off the bathhouse like humidity off of black August tarmac. Last week I climb the steps, lean against the counter and hand over my watch, earrings, and wallet to the open security box offered by reliably […]
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 20, 2009
It’s not for everyone and it doesn’t last forever but there’s a time and a joy in eating candy that’s so sweet it feels to melt away your teeth. For coconut fans, the British Bounty bar is far more cavity-enhancing than its Yankee cousin the Mounds. Once upon a time, New York City hosted two […]
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 […]
