Monthly Archives: November 2011

A Sinner in Macy’s

At an intimate dinner party some while ago, close friends and I were discussing the trials of city living, common enough in a number of locales but especially troublesome here in New York. New Yorkers recognize how easily their nerves can get frayed, and I am no exception. Over dinner, I recounted a particularly illustrative incident involving another woman and myself in an express elevator at Macy’s in Herald Square. She behaved quite badly when she got in, but I think I evened the score by behaving pretty badly in response. It was not a pleasant ride for anyone headed to the top floors, least of all me.

In a confessional mood, I told my friends, “Ah, well – I’m just a sinner. We’re all sinners.” Continue reading

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Open the Doors!

Not too long ago, our health-care insurance company sent us an upbeat notice stating that our family was now eligible to fill our prescriptions through mail, a switch that would presumably save them and us some money. We could circumvent the drugstore altogether. This was presented as terrific news. When my husband handed the notice to me, after a quick glance, I dropped the notice as though its paper were laced with carbolic acid and started sputtering. “What? Why?” I demanded. “I don’t want to do this. Why would I ever want to do this?” Continue reading

Miss Newport 1938

My grandmother firmly believed that loose lips sank ships. I’m not sure if that attitude suited her for Navy work or if the Navy work instilled that into her, but either way it was deeply ingrained. Ironically, she loved celebrity gossip and even subscribed to the National Enquirer; she could dish with any stranger in a check-out line. But anything involving real people, real circumstances, real issues in our own lives was met with her circumspect silence. Why discuss? Continue reading