Monday, January 19, 2009
My grandfathers gift
W hen I was 7, my grandfather who was a newspaper man in New York city, came to visit us. It was my birthday, and I was very excited waiting to see what he had brought me from that mythical city of tall buildings where everything seemed bigger than life. We went to get him at the Airport on a hot...
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Sunday, January 18, 2009
The attic lady.
I n 1967, when I was a teenager, we moved to New York City. I walked to school every day that first Fall. The way was long, about 16 city blocks, but I had no other way to get there. My parents went to work early in the morning, public transportation was still too scary for me at 11 to take alone,...
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Saturday, January 17, 2009
what we miss
I feel we miss so much in our hurry towards the unknown, the people we pass by on our way to work and play... the unbelievable things that happen all around us everyday but go un-noticed and unappreciated, the things we take for granted. I believe that if we took a few minutes each day to notice...
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