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The Girls....

The phone rings in the middle of the night
My father yells what you gonna do with your life
Oh daddy dear you know you're still number one 
But girls they want to have fun .............................Cyndi Lauper

Once upon a time there were 6 girls who were not bound by blood but by choices.  The first choice being that their parents had all left their native Romania to come to the US.  The second choice was that their parents had chosen to settle in areas that were close (walking distances) to one another, except for 1 and we will get to her.  The third choice was that they chose each other to be friends with in a strange land, to stay friends with in life, to forgive each other when they were not their best and to let go of one of them when they knew they had lost the thread that bound them to her. 

I was one of those 6 girls, the others were Margaret (who lived in NJ which seemed so far to us at the time), Mary, Liri and her sister Mireille, and Gabby.  We were exactly one year a…


Everywhere around the world
They're coming to America
Every time that flag's unfurled
They're coming to America....Neil Diamond
These people....why don't you just go back to your own country....they are dirty/lazy/criminals...we do not need them....freakin' immigrants!!!! Bet almost every immigrant group including your own forefathers heard some version if not that particular one at some point when they first got to the States.  I know hard to believe because you may have thought some sanitized version of it about someone who had the audacity to come to the States these days.  It is actually not a new or even novel story it is the story of the United States and it is becoming the story of the European Union, only they have just begun this journey and they are not as politically correct in keeping these thoughts out of public hearing distances.

At some point someone who had been here for longer decided their ancestors were of a better stock than the current wave of n…

Sept 11

"Hello darkness my old friend, I've come to talk with you again" Simon/Garfunkel

It is hard for me to write this blog...I do not talk much about my Sept 11 memories unless asked, find this to be a common theme for those of us in the city that day.  Not that we do not want to acknowledge it but it is a day that probably many of us cannot talk about without weeping.  If you lost friends, colleagues, family on that day it is that much harder.  If you know anything about me you know I am fiercely loyal to New York, I love it for it's imperfections as much as for being a city unlike any other anywhere in the world.  It is part of my soul and part of my personality.  This attack just hurts on so many levels that I was not sure I could get through writing about it.  Then I thought of all those memoirs from people about man made horrors (holocausts throughout the ages, bombings, crusades (of all religions), dictators) and how they are written because the innocent survivors vo…

First day of school...

It was a scene being played out around the country, possibly the world, summer ended and the first day of school was starting.  For those of us who have grade school children we were prepping backpacks that often were half the size of the child carrying them, with cartoon figures and action figures and girly girl glitter, full of folders, new pencils, crayons, and other school supplies.  As the bus pulled up, or as you left your child at the door of the school, smiles and cameras flashed, wishes that said "you'll have it" in every language were being said by parents that were tall, short, fat, skinny, older, younger, suburban, urban and everything else.  Yet as soon as the buses pulled away, the child was gone from sight swallowed behind the doors of the school the smiles of most of these parents waned, the drooped and often turned into the bittersweet tears that said "my baby is growing up so fast".  I was one of these, surrounded at our …

Movie Soundtracks

I got rhythm...and was born to be wild...everything free in America for a small fee in America...glad to have you be the wind beneath my wings..ahh fame I want to live forever - people remember my name

As we, sadly for me oh so sadly for me, move into the end of summer I was thinking of the many summer movies that I have loved over the years.  I am big fan of the movies and they are one of the things I have missed going to on a regular basis since I had children.  I like small independent movies, domestic and foreign movies, some big blockbusters, and the whole amazing process that goes into making them.  My best friend studied film and I was one of the chosen few (this is where a sarcasm font would be so welcomed) who helped her when she made her films.  For such a marvel they are still quite manual, yes even the over financed ones.  Scenes are shot over and over and over again, sound is added to the visual, editing takes forever, and the smooth and seamless transition you see on the …