The Elmwood Market Most days, I could find my mother sitting on a high stool behind the large front plate glass window of the Elmwood Market. She worked the register and took most incoming calls and filled incoming grocery orders as needed, in preparation for their delivery. She knew the names of every customer and theirContinue reading “In Praise of the Neighborhood Grocer”
“Too thin!”I heard these words spoken about myself throughout my childhood. After any illness, my mother would feed me milkshakes to plump me up. The scale would barely move. At breakfast, if I had the time, I could go through almost a whole loaf of cinnamon toast. Two pieces after two pieces after two pieces,Continue reading “The Absolutely Last Diet of my Whole Entire Life.”
Uptown, competition for cabs was fierce as the early summer rain poured down in sheets from the ashen sky. Despite my umbrella, In a short time, if I didn’t get out of the rain, I would be soaked through. I counted myself lucky as an available cab suddenly appeared before me. Thinking I could now settle in for a long quiet ride to visit my daughter in Brooklyn, I quickly came to understand that this ride had taken on a life and purpose that I never could have imagined.
This lovely short documentary film just crossed my path and I decided to share it with you. It’s profound and sweet and inspirational! on vimeo. <p><a href=”https://vimeo.com/153283760″>Keep Dancing</a> from <a href=”https://vimeo.com/gregvanderveer”>Greg Vander Veer</a> on <a href=”https://vimeo.com”>Vimeo</a>.</p>
While visiting New Orleans this past weekend, I was introduced to a new and welcome companion, the Sazerac cocktail. Unassuming on the outside, Mr. Sazerac captured my immediate attention on my first sip. He is a complex, yet subtle blend of kick -ass cocktail.