Today, I met my friends for a post street fair meal at Matsui and walked home along York. At 75th Street, I detoured to the path by the FDR, the spot commemorated in the picture of Burt above. Memories stretch in all directions. I have lots of these heading every which way but this oneContinue reading “One day”
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I remember
There is a phenomenon of memory that I am just now observing. It feels like it happens backwards. Let me clarify if I can: I am not drawn to act on the memory, rather it coincidentally comes to me as I go about doing what I would do. But, what I do is not coincidental.Continue reading “I remember”
Burton, Burton, Burton
Thinking of…
I am in a bereavement group at the moment. This is my second go at tackling, no taking in this kind of support. Why not? It’s very helpful talking to others recently bereft. We see the stages so much more clearly when they filter in other’s eyes. I try to be honest with my group,Continue reading “Thinking of…”
Rules are rules
There was a fierce snow storm many winters past, and Burt and I, restless with cabin fever, went to 65th Street for dinner. Mind you, Burt had a no-go-snow policy but I guess the exception proves the rule. This outing was memorable for the high greying icy mounds at each corner. On this corner, weContinue reading “Rules are rules”
this is our life 