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Rosebud

In a holding patterning (about to go on retreat in a few hours, preparing to pivot while floating for a few days more as the birds awaken in the garden below), thoughts of what was/is indelible, soothes without fail during such a limbo. From my Rosebud file: Sledding after dark Four nights and five days at the Hotel Paradise in Krynica, Poland(…)

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My son was born during a transit strike

According to the Socialist Workers Party, the transit strike that winter trumpeted the still vital power of the working class as 36,000 workers walked out on the 2nd day of the new year. [see The Militant by Farrell Dobbs] Not one subway, bus or ferry moved for 12 days, paralyzing the city during a very cold winter. One(…)

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Erasing the holiday

Put away scotch tape, scissors, two kinds of wrapping paper. Cross out names of dead or disappeared from card and gift lists. Return lists to folder in filing cabinet. Tear interesting stamps off cards received to bring to Bill P. in Greece for use in collages. Tear up envelopes, add to bag of used wrapping paper, ribbon, packages. Discard dead tulips.(…)

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Encomium Zoe

I have very few skills and, with the passing of time, some I once had (like fencing, card games, life guarding, dancing through the night) have fallen into disuse. It might be possible to re-nourish those gone to seed but I doubt it will happen. One of my few enduring talents, though, has been my capacity for appreciating people. I’ve(…)

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It’s Chanukkah … lighten up

A woman goes to the post office to buy stamps for her Hanukkah cards. She says to the clerk, “May I have 50 Hanukkah stamps?” The clerk says, “What denomination?” The woman says, “Oh my God. Has it come to this? Give me 6 Orthodox, 12   Conservative, and 32 Reform.” Last December, a grandmother(…)

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“Three Cigarettes in the Ashtray”

On the anniversary (November 29th) of the last cigarette I ever smoked: A gift. Patsy Cline singing  “Three Cigarettes in an Ashtray” (on YouTube, have a listen.) (Two cigarettes in an ashtray My love and I in a small cafe Then a stranger came along and everything went wrong Now there’s three cigarettes in the ashtray..)

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“One less bell to answer”

Received this week: G. found wandering + naked in apartment building last nite. In room 25, 6th floor at [… Hospital]. …had been rapidly deteriorating… First met G. in 1971. I was at a dimly lit disco (Blow Up) down the street from the United Nations on Forty-ninth street at which an oval bar, also small tables, encircled a packed dance floor. At intervals(…)

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R.I.P. Dan Fante

        Died yesterday in Los Angeles where we became friends who also admired each other’s work. Oh Dan! A kindred spirit! A delicious writer who I interviewed for my book  Love in the Second Act in around 2005. Dan was in a very happy time of life, was exceptionally prolific, thrilled by his new love and his new son. Our interview titled Like(…)

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Encomium Andréa

A great friend has come to town. We’re meeting on Sunday morning at Russ & Daughters Cafe on Orchard Street. Because I rarely get to that part of town anymore, I leave home an hour early in order to have time to ramble around a neighborhood I once knew in which I should have feared for(…)

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