The Amazing Technicolor Club Chair and Ottoman

I’m not a fashionista,  nor a whiz in the kitchen,  nor good with make-up like some gals.   I’m a wanna-be interior decorator and I love thinking about color schemes,  and curtains and wallpaper,  and rugs and lamps.   And I actually collect pitchers and bowls. And I like reading decorating magazines,  and refinishing and reupholstering and rearranging the furniture.   Sometimes my husband comes home and asks, ...

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Never Forget

Some of the things I witnessed 20 years ago during that awful September week in New York are seared in my memory and I’ll never forget.  (See 9/11) The disbelief and horror as we watched TV news clips of a plane hitting the south tower of the World Trade Center,   then the tower in flames,   and then another plane hitting the north tower. And my friend’s brother who worked a few blocks from the towers telling us later that he saw the jumpers with his own eyes. And a man selling...

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Fluffy and the Alligator Shoes

The house I grew up in had many lovely architectural features – a fireplace,  a lovely stairwell,  and a beautiful oval stained glass window that was in my mother’s closet. I loved sitting in that closet.  It was a cozy and private place for a child to play,  and the light coming through the stained glass would bathe the closet floor in lovely colors as I sat between the windowed wall and the wall opposite that held a rod for my mother’s clothing and a shelf below for her...

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Rolling Stoned at the Garden

I’ve told you about my dalliance in a New York coffee shop with Paul McCartney (see My Favorite Beatle) , so now let me tell you about my night at Madison Square Garden with the Rolling Stones. Our friends Mary and Frank own a bakery and deli on Mott Street that supplies food to the concessions at the Garden, and that connection helped us land some great concert seats over the years. So when the Stones announced their 2002 Forty Licks World Tour, and would be at the Garden for one...

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Kente Cloth

I live on Manhattan’s upper eastside,  across from Gracie Mansion,  the beautiful 1799  Federal-style house that overlooks the East River and is the residence of New York’s mayor and his family. On any given day I may see cops,  TV cameras,  and angry protesters in front of the Mansion,  or buses discharging tourists, or dignitaries arriving in limos. And just as often I may see happy crowds, dressed in their finery and leaving the Mansion after a gala event.   One evening some...

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