“Widows are the most hated women in New York.”What? No, really! I read that in the Times a short time after I became a widow, 7 years ago, and I am still fuming. Is this a case of holding a grudge far too long, or am I merely being realistic?I, as you probably have guessed, choose the latter. There is an image, which has not changed in those 7 years, of...

  When I was younger, so much younger than today . . . yes, I listened to the Beatles, just like everyone else. But I also had a fantasy that I think is somewhat unique.When I’m 64, I thought to myself, I would become a kind of geriatric Eloise living at the Plaza Hotel. Imagine that!If you remember your children’s literature, Eloise was an irrepressible and...

  Congratulations! You have reached, possibly by computer error, the very first post in the new blog: MY AGE IS UNLISTED! This site used to be called: I CAN’T BELIEVE I’M NOT BITTER, and while it’s true that we must never become embittered, it’s also true that we have become older. So we need, more than ever, to see something funny in the...

Robbie Robertson died! I am devastated. Not only is he everything the Times Obit said about him, he was also so damned cute! Anyway, Here’s my tribute to him. Yes, it’s a repeat, but some things bear repeating. We all love the song “The Weight” by The Band. It’s #41 on Rolling Stone’s Greatest Songs of All Time, and makes my...

Dudeism, Dudes! The new religion that’s not exactly sweeping the country, but could be the perfect theology for these troubled times. Actually, it’s not that new: it was formed in 2005 by journalist Oliver Benjamin, inspired by the cult movie, The Big Lebowski, featuring The Dude, AKA Jeff Bridges. I just learned about it now from a feature on TV about a NYC...

HEAR YE! HEAR YE! THE FOLLOWING IS AN IMPORTANT PUBLIC ANNOUNCEMENT: “I’m Not Talking.” This will come as a shock to those who know me, to say the least, and may raise the related question: Will you stop blogging too? Hell, no. I’ll blog away blithely (blithely blog away?) in order to clarify that initial comment. And I do have some serious ”’splainin”...

  I used to think about Covid the way Woody Allen did about death: I thought they’d make an exception in my case.Well, I don’t have any medical data on the Woodman, but I know what happened to me: No exception was made. I got Covid.Yes, folks, I was visited by the whole megillah: sore throat, runny nose, headache, and oh, you know. My brother called on Facetime...

As in: I am obsessed with it these days. Aren’t you? Some of you may want to stop reading after I tell you that no, I haven’t actually gained the standard Covid 15.  I get it. Good bye and good luck. But for those of you who stick around, let me tell you that I am constantly aware of what to eat, when to eat it, how to get it, how to prepare it, and how to...