Category Archives: alcohol
How bout I Throw the Book At You
I’m in Target, my home away from home, looking at their new books many with 30% 0ff. I’m perusing Jill Biden’s new memoir, View From The East Wing, that’s one of them. A middle-aged man in a seersucker suit stops … Continue reading
Abe Was Right
Abraham Lincoln said, folks are as happy as they make up their minds to be. I first read that on the Al-Anon bookmark they present you entering the program. It meant little at the time. Knowing we … Continue reading
Historically Speaking
Being with them was like sitting between two lions roaring at the same time…Mary Soames, the youngest of Winston Churchill’s five children on her father’s relationship with Franklin Roosevelt. Churchill said…meeting Roosevelt was like opening a bottle of champagne. … Continue reading
Life On The Train
Downtown Number 5 Train 10:30 a.m. Since it’s past rush hour everyone has a seat. I’m cold and cranky trying not to show it since my sneakers are soaked after a man rushing for a cab, pushed me into a … Continue reading
Easter People
The original piece with this title was deleted. I felt it was not uplifting nor appropriate. Thank you for the readers who left comments. They were very appreciated. I wish everyone celebrating Easter a peaceful one. Susannah
May I Have A Word?
The adjective, postprandial, inspired this. It came up three times in a novel I’m rereading. It’s what happens or what one does after a meal. Do you go for a stroll or nap in a chair? Did you suffer postprandial … Continue reading
Grace Light And Sweet
1:00 a.m. There’s nothing like an all-night coffee shop when you can’t sleep. It’s what happens falling asleep too early while reading. You wake up in the middle of the night thinking it’s time for breakfast. I know, … Continue reading
Life On The Train
Downtown Number 6 10:30 a.m. Cold be damned. I need to go to the 42nd Street Library to get a special gift. This is when I wish my incessant thoughtfulness would take a hike. But we are who we are. … Continue reading
Minus 6 Degrees Of Separation
Sunday 4: 30 a.m. I can’t get over how cold it is and that truly, if I’m smart, will not venture out. My doorman with his many layers looks like someone sneaking out without paying from a cheap … Continue reading
Notes From The Carlyle
It feels as if I’ve reentered my former life even though I’m not at the bar, instead in the little red room off of it having coffee. I’m stalling not to have to go the Apple Store across … Continue reading



