Discovering the World, Moment to Moment

I had an accident. I passed out, hit my head and it was lights out. The result was a wicked concussion and a bathroom that looked like a crime scene.   Apparently the head has a lot of little blood vessels and can gush more blood than Dexter Morgan’s kill room. My husband discovered the lovely splattered hemoglobin in the morning. Somehow I managed to crawl back to bed on my hands and knees, unaware of what was happening. The doctor called it "Retrograde Amnesia.” Even in my wonked out state, I thought: what a great name for a rock...

How often does flying the friendly skies run smoothly?  It's mind blowing when it does.  Recently I flew the first flight out in the morning to Seattle.  Living an excruciating distance from JFK, we left the house before sun up.  I was catatonic.  No biggie, I figured I had 5 hours to sleep on the plane.  I was armed and ready with my Bose headphones, eye mask, and cashmere blankie.   Once boarded, our merry Jet Blue pilot announced that we'd be arriving one hour early.  Being glued to a Seinfeld marathon and landing faster than the Millennium Falcon screwed with my chance to nap.  Most...

I grew up in Flushing, New York, as bad a name for any place that could exist on planet Earth. To ease the pain, natives believed that it was a Dutch colony, which is true, and was originally called Fleushing, which is not true and not one iota better.  The original name was an English bastardization of a Netherlands town called Vlissingen.  If anyone from Flushing knew this, they sure as hell couldn't pronounce it. Smack in the middle of both JFK and LaGuardia Airports, our windows rattled in the summertime and we often had to yell "Hold on!" when...

On this day, 21 years ago, I gave birth to a baby boy.  It was definitely a Holy Shit moment.  I can't honestly say that he was fantastically beautiful. Cute, for sure, but squishy in that newborn way with lots of hair, which is just weird.  My mom fantasy was that babies were bald and chubby.  Brandon had hair like Harry Styles.  Okay, slight exaggeration but his hairline was kinda dopey for awhile and we bought a lot of hats at Baby Gap.     2 days old   My obstetrician was a big a-hole. He saw me on the 27th...

We kicked off Memorial Day hangin’ with photographer Janet and super chauffeur Steve, so it seemed apropos to spend the most anti-climactic weekend of the year together.  Put away your whites, People. Zip up your pools. Buy a full price sweater.  Summer is over.  Kaput. Not literally, of course.  It’s a state of mind.  Perhaps because I'm an empty nester I don't necessarily feel the end of summer as acutely as others. I’m no longer making school lunches at 7 AM while an intravenous coffee drip keeps me vertical.   Still dedicated to one last summer fling, we headed out to Beacon, New...