I lay in my restorative yoga class thinking of the ingredients for a Negroni. Gin. Campari. Vermouth. Gin. Campari. Vermouth. I thought: “If I think about Negronis, I won’t cry.” And yet the tears welled and even while I lay and restored my body, they … Continue reading All things considered…
I’ve had Zimbabwe on my mind. It’s impossible not to, the country is all over the news. Activists are being abducted and tortured, citizens beaten, the government has zero regard for human rights, the economy is disastrous and corruption is rife. It’s a terrible , … Continue reading Next stop – Zimbabwe.
Some of the things I have seen in Melville over this week have included a guy pirouetting in the middle of the road, pink blossoms flying in the wind, an adorable rescue puppy, ceramic angels outside a community venture, joggers and walkers most of whom … Continue reading Mind the step
On my walk this morning I heard, then saw, a tin can rolling down the street. A man ran after it, scooped it up with his foot, kicked it in the air, caught it deftly and carried it back to where he was working. His … Continue reading One man’s trash.
Every morning I wake up, brush my teeth, look at the bees, snap a nude, put on a mask and head out for a walk. I notice how beautiful the light is, take pics of flowers, greet other walkers, and their dogs, marvel at the … Continue reading A good avo sandwich comes with advice
I remember the first time I met Sheldon in Melville. It was December, 2019, just before Christmas. He was walking with purpose along 7th Street, carrying a bunch of the prettiest daisies I’d ever seen. I was intrigued by this man who was clearly on … Continue reading Scent of a flower
This morning I walked past the pavement library on 3rd Avenue in Melville. It’s a community project, a little box against a tree, one where passers-by can put books in, or take books out. There is no obligation to return the books; just to enjoy … Continue reading Word on the Street
The other day I sat in a sunbeam with a Melville shop owner, listening to his stories. I’d planned on blogging about the hood and our many ups-and-downs over the last few decades. About how he sees a future Melville. But I got distracted. Distracted … Continue reading Sunbeams and shadows
At the beginning of Covid-19 I was like the Headmistress of How To Do Things. Way before social distancing had become a thing, I sat miles away from anyone. I was a pain in the ass, I yelled at my friends who didn’t yet get … Continue reading The Headmistress of Lockdown
Everyone is worrying about their dogs not getting enough exercise. I am not. Every time I get up to do something my dog follows me. He comes with me to check the fridge 127000 times a day. We go to the loo together and sometimes … Continue reading My dog is not unhappy