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Dance. dance, dance....

"When I hear music it makes me dance"....Debbie Deb
Ahh just coming off a extra-long Memorial Day weekend buzz and feeling good.  I was thinking back to past Memorial Days - days spent in beach clubs, or just plain old clubs after lazy days at the beach.  I am not one to wish I was a younger age than the one I currently am, I recognize that those ages all held pleasures, but I have always enjoyed the time I am in and tried to make the most of it rather to look backward with regret or longing.  


However, having made that lofty "look at me I am happy being 40+" statement I do find there are a few things that I do miss.  I miss the ability to wear some of the latest trends, admitting that I love fashion but understanding that I do not want to live up to an old Romanian adage "From the back looks like a high school, from the front a museum".   I miss the itty, bitty mini-skirts, the super high heels, something totally impractical but totally appropriate for nig…

Summertime and the livin' is easy

I love Memorial Day weekend.....I honor and respect those who have served the country and gave their lives but I love it for totally shallow reasons.  It is the beginning of my favorite season.  I like spring and I like fall but summer...ohhh summer I love you. Summer brings out the sexy in my mind.


It could be because I tend to be perpetually cold, I am that crazy person at the beach who wraps a towel around herself if there is too much of a breeze.  The thought of layers, bundles, opening a door to be greeted by darkness, a blast of artic air and slippery ground has no appeal for me.  I think snow is pretty when it is coming down but with the amount that we have had this past winter I would be ok with skipping a snowfall next winter.  I spend a lot of the colder months waiting and looking forward to summer. Though considering how much I love clothes I will give winter the advantage in that category. Summer wins in the best songs and movie scenes written about it...I mean really who w…

I'm Late!!!!

I'm late / I'm late / For a very important date. / No time to say "Hello." / Goodbye. / I'm late, I'm late, I'm late. - WHITE RABBIT "Alice in Wonderland" Lewis Carroll
Lately I feel an awful lot like the rabbit in Alice in Wonderland, walking around looking at some digital device that not only tells me where I should be next, or helping me communicate with a friend without actually talking to them, while showing in glaring numbers that I probably am late or about to be.


This happens a lot at work. I am still perplexed, and to the best of my knowledge they have not yet perfected and rolled out the teleportation device from Star Trek, at how I am supposed to be in 2 places at once at work. Like many people who work these days and rely on appointment times in Outlook.  For those of us who work in larger scale locations I often have meetings that end at exactly the same time the next one begins, not necessarily near one another.  Since the only meeti…

California Dreaming The Final Chapter

Our arrival into San Francisco was a bit anti-climatic.  We had to save our limited funds, had a rude awakening to the fact that the rents were the same in the city as in NY (at 24 I did not do the research that I would do now) and that we would probably need to live in town outside of San Fran or in a crap apartment in the city.  I wanted the beach since that was a BIG attraction in this move.  After much searching, one huge fight where I left Gary when he went to get a burger, and he had to explain to Elli how he had no idea where I was (I took a bus...am a NY kid I find public transportation) while she explained that my Mother would kill him slowly if he did not find me, oh yes kiddies this in B.C. (before cell phones).  The motel we were staying at, sharing a room among the 4 of us to save money only increased our need to find a place quickly.  


Our apartment was in Pacifica - small town outside of San Francisco, a block away from the beach.  The beach with water so cold you had to…

California Dreaming the Road Trip....

One would think from reading my last post that I was disappointed with California, that it had not been what I thought it would be.  You would be partially right, it was not what I thought it would be and the LA that I thought I was meant to live in turned out to be the place I have tried not to revisit since...but California has a laid back way that gets you smiling, gets you pondering and got me wanting to live there.  It was San Francisco, now for anyone who cares to take a moment here (as I did not do then) you can see that this will be a move to - oh yeah the closest to a New York city type location that there could be in California. Gary and I decided we would do it together...I would finish my masters that spring and in July well, off we would be.  My lovely mother, did tell me how I was breaking her heart by moving so far away, my father thought it was a waste of time (European parents have a timetable for their children and moving for no reason other than you want to 5000 mil…

California Dreaming...Chapter 1

If everybody had an ocean
Across the U. S. A.
Then everybody'd be surfin'
Like Californi-a....Beach Boys 



For a devoted, black wearing, walker who only got her license at 20 I have always been fascinated by the whole California lifestyle. I should clarify; I was highly attracted to the beautiful blonde, perfect weather, cool Beach Boy music southern with the intellectual beat poet northern end of California that I had seen, read about and listened to about the state.  When I was looking for colleges I asked my Mom if that was an option....that guilty conversation was only topped by the one later that we had when I moved there in my twenties.  So college was in the NY, and that was right for me, as was grad school but the pull was still there.  I just knew Cali and I were meant to be.  I was done with winters, alternate side of the street parking and having to drive an hour to get to the beach....so off on vacation I went to sunny California.


Did it deter me or change my mind th…

Bram you were so not Romanian

For all the intelligent literature I tend to gravitate toward I have to own up to my love of vampire books.  I have not read the Twilight series, I tried though but it did not do it for me.  Not the way Anne Rice did. I do like the original in the genre, "Dracula", though it always leads me to some sort of annoyance at the fact that it is set in Romania and yet it is not any Romania that anyone I am acquainted with knows.


What is it about vampire novels that attracts me, or the millions of readers and followers? Is is the slow anticipation that the vampire is always one very attractive male? The smoldering eyes, the gallant way he woos and pursues the woman.  Maybe it is the fact that they are usually so much more interesting than their mortal counterparts.  They should have been demons yet we see them as the tortured heroes.  The nighttime wandering of a soul in search of something that fulfills a desire so strong! The pull of those eyes as the woman lays in her bed, her br…

Bath time with the boys

"splish, splash I was taking a bath..." Bobby Darin


I remember when I first found out I was pregnant with Max that I approached it with apprehension, excitement and my usual m.o. of reading and prepping as much as possible (yeah, yeah control freak or whatever).  My husband and I even took a child birth/child rearing class.  It was 2 days at NYU Hospital, where I would deliver, and it was by far the best thing we could have done.  I never baby sat and as an only child had almost no experience with babies. My husband is the youngest in his family and had nothing to add on what we were going to do when we got home post-delivery.  The class was perfect for this level of lack of knowledge.  I learned about breathing, epidurals, going without them or when to get them, nursing, diaper changing and host of other really useful tips for when we brought the baby home.  I used and shared most of these learnings with other new Moms.


One of the things that intimidated me the most with my …

Parenting ...Astoria style

"This parenting business is hard," I was sharing this with a fellow Mom, who agreed and then said "But we love it don't we?!".  I love being a Mom and often reflect on how different parenting has become in the current era.  In some ways better and in some ways maybe not.  I was remembering how growing up in Astoria most of us children of immigrants share a common parenting history.  We had parents who scolded you when you fell, as if it was on purpose and you meant to get dirty just to annoy them.  Their rules for us dated back to their own childhoods and did not advance with time.  Our relatives back in Europe were much less strict with their own children than ours were in this "foreign to them" land.  Our parents did not discuss they yelled just as easily as they kissed you in public, both mortifying events at certain ages.  They also had no problems disciplining your friends and asking if you enjoyed doing stupid things...sure that they could say i…

New York, NY

I always am a bit puzzled when people talk about New York with the adage "in the good old days".  I grew up in New York in the late 70s and 80s so the "good old days" were fun for me but were not that good for the city.  It was crime ridden, on the verge of bankruptcy, much dirtier, grittier, and looked more like an alcoholic beauty queen that looks 10 years older than she is.  Sure you can make a case that the city was more "real", that we had good times even with the Son of Sam, the crack epidemic, the squeegee people....but that was more due to our age and ability to overlook these things to get to clubs, bars, try on behaviors that were not good for us.  The city is a much better place now...kind of like the beauty queen with a little Botox.


In light of the media coverage that Bin Laden has been killed one thing has became evident to me about being a New Yorker. In the past 10 years we think of our city as in either a pre or post 9/11 context. We are n…