Sometimes, It’s Not About Lingerie. . . .

I lived in Long Beach, New York for 30 years; first on the water, later one block away. There were many storms, hurricanes, nor’easters, blizzards. There were many evacuations; some we heeded, some not. It never mattered. Damage was minimal: a little water in the basement, beach erosion, lots of complaints; the usual expected brouhaha when one chooses to live near the … Read More
I was reminiscing yesterday about the huge Holiday dinners we used to host at our house while the kids were growing up. My husband’s famous stuffing, a family dish passed down from his grandmother was a magnet for our guests. People were always asking for the recipe, which he preferred to keep to himself, adding to the aura of the meal. In truth, it was a very simple dish, compiled …
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A few weeks ago I met my brother on a rainy Sunday in New Haven for a lunch meeting that went awry. We decided to make the best of it by visiting the Yale University Art Museum. I knew we would find an aesthetic gem somewhere inside. And there is was: the Murals of Bonampak, in replica, on the gallery’s walls. This Mayan artwork, discovered in 1946 in a remote … 
She is neither pink nor pale,