A blog about New York City, my books, and my cats. Mostly.
Bali and Bodhi were kinda ratty looking when I adopted them. Some people at the ASPCA were a little surprised when I picked them, because there were so many ridiculously cute kittens I could have taken instead. But for those who don’t know the back story, Bodhi almost died on my watch (I was working at the ASPCA Kitten Nursery). When he pulled through I had to take him, and I couldn’t leave his brother Bali alone, so I took them both.
One of my favorite presidents. This is the statue of him at the Museum of Natural History. It’s kinda racist, isn’t it? There’s a native American on one side of him and an African on the other. It gives a subservient, walking-below-the-great-man feel to the statue. I just googled it and sure enough, there have been calls for its removal.
Another shot from my walk down Central Park West. This is looking into the lobby of one of the luxury buildings I passed by.
There are so many great reasons to be wealthy, like never having to worry about having enough money for healthcare. But right now I’m in despair because I can’t imagine ever being so affluent I could spare enough for something so utilitarian and yet so exquisite as these door handles. I came across them while walking down Central Park West after a doctor’s appointment.
They are so beautiful I wish I knew the artist’s name so I could celebrate that person.
A wonderful, wonderful person named Christine Gourin posted these words about my book, Waiting For My Cats to Die: A Memoir, along with a picture of her gorgeous cat! (I have a soft spot for orange cats.) Thank you, Christine!!
“I will always have this book on my shelf. This memoir is funny, poignant, and insightful. It’s like hanging out with a funny, cleverer friend. With a point. Instead of waiting for my cats to die – to move on, so my “real” life can begin- I learned to love the life I have, fall in love with everyone and everything a little, and add the little bits and pieces and in-between moments of glory up. And it becomes enough. There’s so much beauty in the small things, and it makes a life.”
