The Body Beautiful

This Model, pictured at right, doctored up to look freakishly thin for the Magazine Cover. What? She wasn't Gorgeous ENOUGH???

This Model, pictured at right, doctored up to look freakishly thin for the Magazine Cover. What? She wasn’t Gorgeous ENOUGH???

Wow!
With all of the things I have posted about and all of the Controversial Topics I have touched upon, this last post seems to have set off the most negative response.

I asked my HairDresser about it.
I told her that I had written a post about our Ability to see ourselves and our bodies as Beautiful, even as we Age.
She is an Absolutely Beautiful Korean-American Woman,
and the Best HairDresser in Show Business!
She stopped what she was doing,
Stood,
And Glared at me.
Then she spoke, “You’re on your own with that one.”
She shook her head and lamented, “Bodies…”

How has the Media been So Successful in Making us Feel that our Bodies are “Less Than?”
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The Sweetness of Now

IMG_4880Growing up,
We lived upstairs in Apartment 4A.
My Aunt lived downstairs with her family in Apartment 1A.

My Mother and her Sister talked every day
Several times a day.
When prime time television ended each night at 11pm, My Aunt would bang on the Radiator Pipe to let us know she was coming up.
My Mother would grab a wooden spoon and bang back to let her know it was OK.
I never understood the point of this, as they came every night at the same time
and it was always OK.
My Aunt and Uncle would sit with my Mother and Father,
and they would have a cup of coffee together before bedtime.

My Mother and her Sister shared all kinds of things. (more…)

De Nada

IMG_4635De Nada.
It’s a Spanish Expression for “You’re Welcome”
It is politely and colloquially used as a response to “Gracias” (i.e.: “Thank You.”)
Literally, it means “Of Nothing,” as to say “Truly, it’s Nothing at All.”

Mother’s Day. 2015.
MOM only wanted one thing.
EggPlant Parmesan.

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Shadow Dance

RavioliMy MOM is 87.
I cook often for her
Working in her kitchen preparing a meal
with an 87 year old woman moving about in a childlike way,
placing ingredients where they don’t belong,
displacing items from where I need them to be,
trying to help, but causing me to have to do the acrobatics of a whirling dervish
just to get the meal completed and on the table.

Where’s the garlic? I just had it!
Don’t throw away that pasta water. I… needed that.
Please don’t put the cheese back in the fridge, I…

But I have noticed, over time, that there are actually four of us in this tiny kitchen: (more…)

Growing Up Rich

Did you grow up Rich?
I did.

Ocean Beach Ferry

I see the throngs headed toward Penn Station
from their Manhattan Dwellings every Friday…
Struggling with bags and juggling train schedules,
Paying Fares on the LIRR or NEW JERSEY TRANSIT,
and on taxis and ferries
Just to get out to some tiny house they own
so that they can enjoy a sliver of sunshine.

When I was a Kid, My Father gave us the Ocean
And the Sky.

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Hot Dogs

hot dogsI went to see MOM on the 4th of July
She said, “You know what I’d like? Let’s have Hot Dogs!”

“But you don’t like Hot Dogs,” I reminded her.

“But it’s the 4th of July! I feel like we should have them.”

So on the afternoon of July 4th, I stopped at MENDY’s in Grand Central Terminal — They make a Great Hot Dog! — and I got three Hot Dogs with all the trimmings: Mustard, Sour Kraut, Relish, Onions…

I brought them up to MOM’s.Mendy's (more…)