Once again, I’m reposting this oldie but goodie. It’s Christmas Eve, and like many of you, I can’t wait to bid 2020 goodbye and good riddance. Marooned at home with my husband, my dog and my cat, I’ve been surprisingly cheerful all year, but I haven’t really gotten into the Christmas spirit. But for old… [Read More]
Order prints of my paintings for last-minute holiday gifts!
At long last, I’m offering Giclee prints of paintings I showed at the Woodstock Festival of Music and Art in 1969, as well as some later paintings. These are museum-quality high-definition prints on archival paper. I’m working out the logistics with some firms that specialize in fine art reproductions. They won’t be available till January,… [Read More]
Christmas Consumption–remember when we shopped till we dropped?
I wrote this poem four years ago, in 2017. I never dreamed how drastically my habits as a consumer would change in a single year, but Covid-19 has utterly destroyed the joy I used to take in spending. Not just in shopping, but in so much more—dining out in restaurants, going to movies, and most… [Read More]
Mania at Regeneron: how my temp job at the dawn of the new millennium drove me crazy
I sent this piece to the Albany Times Union a week ago in hopes they’d run it on their editorial page, but they haven’t published it. I suspect they won’t, because Trump’s never never land evolves with breakneck speed, and Regeneron is no longer front-page news. So here it is: I’m glad to see Regeneron… [Read More]
Trump Is Dangerous–Albany Times Union finally publishes my op ed
The Albany Times Union has finally published my op ed in today’s paper. The title is: Authoritarian, narcissist or both, Trump is dangerous A couple of weeks ago, the editorial page editor, Jay Jochnowitz, told me they’d publish it, but I wasn’t sure when. I wrote it in late August after his nomination at the… [Read More]
Remembering the World Trade Center and Window on the World
I wrote this poem many years ago, but it still holds true as I remember how the world changed forever on September 11, 2001, and how much I miss New York City. In Memoriam: Windows on the World I see myself alone, perched high above the city, sipping Chardonnay. Scribbling in my journal, creating affirmations,… [Read More]