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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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Post-coitus tristesse, or

…postpartum depression, or jet-lag, or there’s-no-there-there, or bonjour tristesse, or s.a.d., or depleted, or low t., or Shoo Fly Don’t Bother Me, or stone in my shoe, or Stop the World – I Want to Get Off, or gas, or A Hole in the Bucket, or Pictures of the Gone World by Lawrence Ferlinghetti The world(…)

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This place, three

I occasionally order a cream pie from a tiny kiosk at the port beside what once was the old old bakery run by brothers. After heating the opulent pastry, the pleasant owner shakes a powdering of confectioners sugar across its crusty surface, smiles and asks, Cinema? I nod. She shakes on a small cloud of cinnamon. The(…)

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Bad good luck

Speaking of bad good luck: [Example #1] In summer one of my guests (a friend who I’ve known since she was four years old) told me that some beads she was wearing while washing her hands at the bathroom sink while staying at my Greek house had broken, scattered, many disappearing down the sinkhole. Since the necklace was the last(…)

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October 9th

Various statuettes loiter in a corner of my enclosed terrace. Joining them, my father as a young college graduate about to take on the world. And my mother too. Little could he imagine the bumps and tripwires he would encounter concluding with his death in New York overlooking the East River on October 9th a few years ago.(…)

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This place, two

Finally the days of rain end; a rim of sunset can be seen. Doors have swollen from the rain.The door to the old house won’t open; the door to the front gate won’t close. During the downpour, the leak under the metal spiral stairway stopped but water from the kitchen ceiling dripped onto the table where my papers and fresh bread(…)

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Singular friend

  Saluting my singular friend Rie on her birthday: Rie with her granddaughter, Zoe, on Hydra. Rie, Zoe and I. Walking the back road evermore.   TASHKENT PAGES – Anna Akhmatova I was with you in the mysterious gloom, Walking as if in no-man’s-land, But suddenly the crescent moon Skimmed like a diamond boat over the(…)

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Ants in my bed

One ant, two ants, three ants four, My bed is their grocery store, Five ants, six ants, seven ants, eight, They are swarming on my duvet.* (*author unknown) I would (of course) have been able to guess that ants would be attracted to Loukoumades (honey puffs). Surely. But not Cretan Dakos (rusks w. tomato, feta, oregano, olive oil) or Briami (baked(…)

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