Do you like good writing? Do you like to read? What do you read, Emmanuel Kant, David Berry, Primo Levi, Danielle Steele? All the town columns, the editorials, the letters to the editor?
I am sure we all parsed the jokes, the dresses, the performances, the attitudes, and the acceptance speeches for last Sunday’s Oscars. Nonna’s favorite comment on the couture is “Didn’t they have enough money to pay for the other sleeve of the dress?” or “Why did she bother to put anything on?”
All the changes in society (Do you text at the table? Can you check your email in front of people at a cocktail party?) means that we need a Miss Manners for this era, and I volunteer.
I’m okay now, but I was visiting my mother, didn’t feel well and ended up being admitted to emergency surgery at White Plains Hospital and kept there under lock and key for one week.
Have you been receiving those pesky phone calls? The calls where an actual living person tells you our government has selected you as a great, law-abiding taxpayer to receive a refund that very day of $7,466.19.
Nothing, I mean nothing, has been put away. The menorah is still out, the stockings and greens and tinsel — did I say tinsel? — I haven’t used that since I started keeping dogs and cats!
Our Martha’s Vineyard Playhouse offers no end of entertainment for the holidays, and if you have guests bring them, too.
How well I remember the poem I wrote and presented with a dish I brought to another potluck party: We wanted to be festive but were feeling rather frugal. Here’s a dish, it’s not knish, in fact we call it kugel!
Nonna had one of the biggest surprises of her 97 years! Teri and I knew the plan, but on Tuesday at 4:30 p.m. my son Chris Clark and my two grandsons, Corbyn, age 10, and Dominic, age 7, showed up at Nonna’s home in White Plains.
