Oh, Scotland….I Came So Close To Being In You

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Oh Scotland. I wish I had landed on your rustic and craggy ground. I meant to, back in the day when I traveled to England to sink myself into the British world. It was on my to-do list,  heading up by train to walk your ancient streets and taste your meaty haggis… To drink your gin and dwell in your stormy wind…

Okay, now it’s getting a little steamy in here. But Scotland has its poetry and…

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Biking the Great Hill

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As I’ve wandered the pathways of Google, I’ve been happy to find that the late amazing Mr. R. Williams was an avid bicyclist. I used to be one as well. Although I’ve never had the kind of money he had to spend on the latest in titanium and carbon made beauties, I’ve held my fair share of purchases in the name of a good ride.

Years ago, when I worked at Sesame Workshop (Elmo is still in my blood),…

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Two Things In This Picture

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There are two things in this picture that make my heart sink.  Robin Williams. New York.

We lost Robin.

I lost New York.

Yes, I love Louis CK, but he’s alive and well and wonderful. This isn’t about him. He’s thankfully in the land of the living. Thankfully part of the fold that marches on despite the difficult currents.

Four years ago, my father passed away, and my love affair with New York City…

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"The Strength of Robin Williams"

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“The Strength of Robin Williams”

Matt Zoller Seitz has written a lovely meditation on Robin Williams at RogerEbert.com: “Williams wore the invisible garments of depression. He carried that burden. A lot of the time we didn’t see it, because he was a bright and enthusiastic comic performer and a great actor. But the weight was always there.

Somehow he lived 63 years.

What a warrior he was.”

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I feel like there’s an immediate sadness that is pervasive in the whole community when somebody who made all of us so happy reveals themselves to have been in tremendous personal pain. The happiness wasn’t reciprocal. We didn’t make him happy. That somehow rings to all of us.
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M: This week, I discovered a terrible Earth disease called ‘loneliness’.

O: Do many people on Earth suffer from this illness?

M: Oh yes, sir. And how they suffer.

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Never Forget, But Never Dwell

Never Forget, But Never Dwell

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I was there.  Thirteen years ago today. I remember what I was wearing that morning: White capri pants and a snug lavendar, sleeveless tank top. I hated it. White pants after Labor Day? The summer blues hit me.

The 9 train came. Most New Yorkers today know that it no longer exists. But it did that day. The 1 and the 9 trains – local west side. I believe was once known as the IRT line, although not…

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Day Job Distractions

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It happened again today. The celestial being we writers like to refer to as “The Muse” visited my brain while in an early morning meeting. It seems the earlier I wake up, the more clear my brain is, which makes ideas, words and stories suddenly flow through a spigot that had been blocked for weeks.  Yet, it always seems to happen when there are people around me, in a conference room, talking…

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Working Titles and Book Covers

As I prepare to publish my book of short stories, I am taken by the decisions I need to make.

Working Titles and Book Covers

As I prepare to publish my book of short stories, I am taken by the decisions I need to make.

Joan Rivers

I don’t have a first memory of Joan Rivers. It was as if she always there. She was the modern day mother of comedy, a lady of convention, conviction and sass.

Joan Rivers

I don’t have a first memory of Joan Rivers. It was as if she always there. She was the modern day mother of comedy, a lady of convention, conviction and sass.