I was riding the #4 Subway in NYC today when I took this photo of the commuters sitting side by side across from me.  I was struck by the dichotomy of faces, each ensconced in their own daily business.  This is the real America, a nation built on immigrant dreams.  This city is a cornucopia of technical and creative talent who came here from distant shores using their unique skills … Read More


Cool Curves ~ Curvy Kate

During the heady days of college, immersed in the bohemian lifestyle of the art student on campus, I became infatuated with the European painters whose unconventional techniques transposed the definition of art in the early 20th century.   I was particularly fascinated with the deconstruction of realism and the reconstruction of form into a simple, powerful statement.  And as with much of art throughout history, the female anatomy was a … Read More


I have always had a certain affinity for the photographic arts.  I am fascinated with the method.   Realism is transposed into thought by the  photographers use of color or the lack of it to capture the essence of an object, a moment or an idea.   In particular, I am drawn to the art of black and white imagery.   It has a way of needling in on details, forcing the eye … Read More


Smile Again ~ Kensie

I spent the afternoon today on the beach in Cabo San Lucas, ruminating somewhat about the subject for today’s blog and what might be appropriate.  I know that many of my readers, particularly in the Northeast are still reeling from the ramifications of Hurricane Sandy.  It’s a fine line between dealing with Sandy’s rampage and the need to move on.  Even Cabo has been hit by unexpected storms this year.  … Read More


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 … Read More


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