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Monthly Archive for April, 2014

I nearly died from asphyxia in Brooklyn. To be precise I OD’d on crunchy peanut butter. But this was no anaphylactic shock. This was no peanut allergy. And I promise that there was nothing remotely auto-erotic about it either. We, my daughters and I, had spent the day walking the streets of Manhattan. We were […]

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I kept reminding myself to look up in Manhattan. Even a tourist is quick to forget just how blessedly high and mighty and vertical and vertiginous everything is. But sometimes, even in New York City, it pays to look down instead. Or perhaps not. You decide. As my daughters and I made our way up […]

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Advertising characters.

I thought George and I would talk, by which I mean bitch, about advertising. But we didn’t. Turns out he’s far too interesting for that. We talked about New York City, Brooklyn, the New York Subway, daughters, history, museums, art, blogging, restaurants (Chinese and Italian), mentoring, sadness, and doing the right thing by people. George […]

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