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“Tommy, get my bag,” My grandmother barked. It was February 1965, I was 11.   ‘Oh, Christ,’ I thought. Slowly, I made my way through the railroad flat looking for Nan’s pocketbook. The gang box weighed more than my little brother, and when I heaved the thing up, I imagined Nan in the audience on… Read more »

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Feel like getting in the mood for Halloween? Growing up in Manhattan, I took every opportunity I could to scare myself. I loved being spooked.  I ate up every horror movie as a kid and listened to countless tall tales and read every ghost story on the planet. After all these years, there is only… Read more »

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I got married in a BCBGMAXAZRIA party dress that I ordered online from Nordstrom’s for $288.  Because my dress budget was low, my shoe budget was high.  Until that point, the most expensive shoes I’d ever purchased were a pair of Steven by Steve Madden satin paisley d’Orsay pumps for $89.99, which I adored and… Read more »

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the PRESIDENCY What good is being top of the heap when the heap is a pile of shit? INTELLIGENCE Intelligence is a burden from which the only relief is intelligence. LEADERSHIP I choose not to lead for fear of the characters who may follow. FRIENDS There is a major difference between friendliness and friendship. UNIQUE-NESS… Read more »

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Can you be in love with a city—real, complex, complicated love?  Absofuckinglutely. Can you be irritated, frustrated, and pissed with said city?  Posifuckingtively. After posting last week’s ode to New York, I read a refreshing, candid article in W magazine (I know—it’s the last place I’d expect to find anything refreshing and candid either) by… Read more »

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Follow the believer. Are we not to believe?  Is the age of belief behind us? “We also are looking for volunteer legal council, doctors, nurses, dentists, mental health professionals, an accountant, IT experts, artists, people willing to do loads of laundry and folks to print off fliers for us.”   Occupy Wall Street http://nycga.cc/ One accountant…. Read more »