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The sunset view from the Trump World Tower at United Nations Plaza was magical and dizzying. High above Manhattan, we found ourselves eye-level with a glowing Empire State building. In the distance, the jeweled, twinkling arms of three bridges pointed the way to Brooklyn and Queens. But the lights also drew attention to a shadow… Read more »

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Last Friday, a friend invited me to go see him play the banjolele (half banjo/half ukulele) at a jam session on the Upper East Side at 10 AM. Woof! Who has a jam session at 10 AM? Who has a banjolele?? Because I have a crush on him, I said yes. I’m so so so glad that… Read more »

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Where the children go, the schools follow. In a sure sign that Lower Manhattan is adding more families than ever (our residential population has doubled in the last 10 years), a new child care center and pre-school has opened off Washington Street across from Battery Park City. Just up the Hudson in North Battery Park… Read more »

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If walls could talk, the Naumburg Bandshell would be New York City’s fiercest chatterbox. It’s been standing between Bethesda Terrace and Central Park’s famed, tree-lined Mall Promenade for almost 80 years, collecting memories while sharing music and words. Visit the Bandshell early in the morning and you’ll find a brief moment of quiet and stillness…. Read more »

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Swept away by April showers, contributor Maria Gorshin, has some perfect rainy-day suggestions… A rainy Sunday in Manhattan might put you in the mood for New York’s cozy indoor spots. Open your umbrella and wander the West Village—Grove Street, West 10th, Bedford, Cornelia, Barrow, Greenwich—and you’ll discover gems that might become your go-to favorites in any… Read more »

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Motherhood is not a job. —Elizabeth Gardner My good friend sent me a link to a brilliant Op-Ed by Elizabeth Gardner about motherhood that was published in the Chicago Tribune on April 18th. My friend has two children—two very small children. Somehow, she manages to raise both babies and work part-time as a lawyer. As you… Read more »

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In 1969, desperate to escape my crappy job at a Daitch Shopwell supermarket, I secured a better crappy job in my Yorkville neighborhood. Ben’s Meat O’Mat was a mom and pop butcher/grocery store, except there was no Mom and no Pop, just two oafs named Pete and Harry. They weren’t twins, but they could have… Read more »

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Dad used to hunt. He didn’t golf, so hunting was his made-up reason for getting out of the house. He never struck me as the hunting type, but once or twice a year he’d take off for upstate for a long weekend. It was a Yorkville sort of man-thing in the 1950s and 60s. One… Read more »

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You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself Any direction you choose. Oh, the Places You’ll Go! ~ Dr. Seuss After a two-week hiatus, I’m back! It was a much-needed break. My husband Ross and I were on a seriously exhausting apartment hunt. Finding an apartment in New… Read more »