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Finding Ted

I have a tendency to lose people. I consider it a character flaw. And because I am also fiercely loyal, this tendency can lead to debilitating guilt that I carry around like a sack in my psyche. Modern technology has done little to help me. Where I used to keep a small (OK, bulging) address book filled with a half-century’s worth of friends and relatives, I now rely on my Contacts app, which may or may not keep in sync with each successive operating system. Besides, I’m just not very organized.  Read more

Writers, Together

Writing is a solitary activity for most writers. It’s not a team sport. We don’t wear matching jerseys and go out for beers together after a good day of writing. (Some do start the day with beer, alone, before writing, but it is not recommended.) So the mere act of getting a bunch of writers together to do something they avoid doing most of the time is a heroic one.  Read more

A culture of creativity

Maybe the tide is turning. Historically, the brain drain of rural areas like ours led all the bright young people with dreams to the cities, never to return. But in places like Highland Lake and Narrowsburg and even Monticello, NY, some of the most creative minds I know are building their own dreams.

It’s not just that the cities are expensive (they are) or crowded (ditto) or any of the other negatives that are often lodged regarding them, but that this place and others like it are so conducive to living comfortably without so many of the stresses that burden a creative mind.  Read more

Rape culture

I was listening to a radio show soon after the news story about the conviction and light sentencing of Stanford freshman Brock Turner. A commentator referred to the phrase “rape culture,” saying, “I don’t even know what that means.” I don’t usually feel moved to talk to my radio, but this time I did.  Read more

Turning points

On Memorial Day weekend in 1977 my stepfather Mike drove off the side of the Saw Mill River Parkway in his Volvo station wagon after suffering a fatal heart attack on his way to our country house in Connecticut’s Litchfield Hills. My mother was still at her office in the Graybar Building on Lexington Avenue in a cavernous part of Manhattan in the shadow of Grand Central Station and the then Pan Am Building. He was 50 years old; she was 52.  Read more

Away again

I love to travel. Is that right? Well, not exactly. I don’t love airports, no matter how overstuffed with shopping opportunities they may be. It takes too long to get to them and the parking lots are confusing. How long-term is long-term parking? It took me a while to understand the meaning of the cell-phone lot.  Read more

Rebooting the future

There was a time, as a young mother, that I wondered if my children would ever know me beyond my role as their caregiver. As devoted as I was to them then, I knew that an important part of who I am was not being expressed through motherhood alone. At some point I had decided not to return to my previous corporate life as an advertising executive. The thought that my kids would never see me going to work in a suit didn’t bother me. It was when I imagined them not ever really knowing who I was, that I was able to give myself permission to explore my other drives.  Read more

Turtle Beach

In Costa Rica there are many beaches along the Pacific where sea turtles go to lay their eggs. It’s a popular tourist activity, and so I went with a friend recently. The beach our local guide took us to was spectacularly beautiful, even in the dark, which is when you must go if you want to see turtles defend against their mortality. Playa Grande’s waves glide evenly onto the golden sand beach spreading white foam that glows in the moonlight. Gigantic rock formations jut out of the sea.  Read more

Turtle Beach

In Costa Rica there are many beaches along the Pacific where sea turtles go to lay their eggs. It’s a popular tourist activity, and so I went with a friend recently. The beach our local guide took us to was spectacularly beautiful, even in the dark, which is when you must go if you want to see turtles defend against their mortality. Playa Grande’s waves glide evenly onto the golden sand beach spreading white foam that glows in the moonlight. Gigantic rock formations jut out of the sea.  Read more

A week in the country

Celebrating our 30th wedding anniversary last week, my husband and I managed to carve out a whole week together in the same place. That may not sound challenging for most couples, but I think it is more the norm for dual residents of city and country. He still has a business in the city and I am actively involved in the NACL Theatre in Highland Lake. I’m also planning a renovation of our 1969 kitchen in Narrowsburg. Most weeks we are separated for two or three days. Take note, new couples—this may be the secret to a long marriage!  Read more

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