Some days, when I arrive in New York’s Grand Central Station, I partake in a ritual. Crossing 42nd, I carefully dodge the urgency of yellow cabs and harried commuters and proceed to the Southeast corner of the street. I enter the gilded, art deco lobby of the Chanin Building, site of my very first job. Continue reading “The Chanin Building”
Category Archives: friendship
Friendship in the Big Field
After three years of pleas, promises and prodding, on my thirteenth birthday, my parents gifted me with a twelve-week old, Yorkshire Terrier puppy I had found through an advertisement in the newspaper. Clutching a buttery soft, sky-blue chenille blanket tucked safely under my pre-teen arm, we departed our Long Island home, my father and I,Continue reading “Friendship in the Big Field”
The Day the Music Died
Re-sharing this story on Kay’s 62nd birthday… It is 6:45 AM and the sun is slowly rising over the hospital’s still silent campus. Entering the conference room for morning report, I wonder as I always do, what type of day is in store. But the moment my eyes fall upon my fellow Psych Tech and friend,Continue reading “The Day the Music Died”
The Gymnastics Game
In the summer of 1976, at the ripe old age of fourteen, my best friend Janet and I signed up for an eight week Gymnastics class offered on Tuesday nights at the Buckley Country Day School. The Buckley school boasted a fine and renown reputation offering rigorous training in all things gymnastics; the beauty andContinue reading “The Gymnastics Game”
The Summer Wind
He answered after the third ring. It was not his voice I remember, but the strains of Frank Sinatra crooning in the background. “The summer wind came blowin’ inFrom across the seaIt lingered there to touch your hairAnd walk with me” And when he did at last speak, his voice was direct, suspicious, no-nonsense. “Yes,Continue reading “The Summer Wind”
The Blind Date
“Just one question,” pleaded my best friend Sue as we went over last minute details. “Is it bad?” “Very,” came my swift reply. I gently placed the receiver down not allowing a single second for her response. I imagined Sue, phone still in hand, slowly digesting my words. Her mood once brimming with hope andContinue reading “The Blind Date”
Screwdriver Parties
Pulling into my driveway late one afternoon, my eyes fell upon a dark sedan sitting idly. Unable to recognize a face through the tinted windows and noting a New Jersey plate, a state from which I knew no one, I felt a slight feeling of uneasiness. And then as if in slow motion, a windowContinue reading “Screwdriver Parties”
Barbara Marshall
For Leslie “Mom, there’s a lady in the bushes,” said my six year old son nonchalantly. He sat fixated in front of the television, mesmerized by the dance moves of his very favorite group “The Wiggles,” icons of the ten-and-under set. The charismatic foursome clad in identical black pants and vividly colored tee shirts, wereContinue reading “Barbara Marshall”
Camera Shy
It is 3:30 PM on a balmy Friday afternoon and school has just let out for the weekend. My best friend Janet and I stroll down Plandome Road with no particular direction in mind. Our mood is jubilant, carefree. We chatter about the three most pressing matters in the life of a high school freshman;Continue reading “Camera Shy”
Lovely Lily
It is a Friday, late afternoon, and I have just gotten off the school bus. Walking up the front path of my Long Island home, I hear laughter from inside, amid the whirr of a blender. Following the sound of merriment to the kitchen, I spot my mother and my Aunt Lily sitting together atContinue reading “Lovely Lily”
