Stacy Horn

I just went through a tiny breast cancer scare. After my yearly mammogram I was called back for more images and possibly an ultrasound. I managed to calm myself down about it, and yesterday I went back and all is fine.

But what I realized is, one of these days bad news will come and there will be no hope of a reprieve. We’re all going to die one way or another. Eventually the news will be the worst you can get and there’s nothing that can be done to save you.

Thank god for denial. It works for me.

I took this while visiting Alexander Hamilton’s home, the Grange. It’s somewhere in the neighborhood, which of course looks nothing like it did when Hamilton lived there. (And, the house is not in its original location, but a few blocks away.)

It was barely snowing, but very hard to see. This was with the snow at my back. Facing into it I could only make my way by staring at the ground. I realize it’s much much worse elsewhere, and that seven people have died already.

I just need to curl up, and as it happens I have a ton of reading to do for this book proposal I’m working on. Plus, it’s wicked cold out there (TM people in Boston).

Bodhi is sure there is something in the humidifier that he wants. Every day he tried to knock it over (which he can do, but I’ve got blockers in place now).

Huddled up in front of the radiator. That’s Bali and Bodhi. It’s perfectly warm inside my apartment, for the record. No need to get all dramatic boys! You can tell just by their expressions who the insane one is, right? (Bodhi.)

I was fascinated by the mannequins at Hunter’s Health Professions Education Center in NYC (used for teaching). Thank you for the tour, Martin Dornbaum!