Well, as much as he can actually – anyway we were in an elevator and he put his hand out to stop the door from closing for this woman and I told her, he would never do that for me, risk limb, and she said she was “fucking flattered” – so then we made our way up to see a client and the woman K, from Alabama, who was the receptionist fell in love with…
Again, this morning awoke feeling like I’m on the verge of getting sick – of getting what L, man of mystery has had for the last two weeks or so – want to go see Abby but don’t want to give it to her. Walked the Bean this morning around the bayou – she’s getting old, it’s disconcerting to see her snow bear face greet me when I wake, but it’s more disconcerting to think…
A dear friend in the Bay Area had a cousin who was musically gifted – he grew up in the projects by Fisherman’s Wharf and Leonard Bernstein took him under his wing at a tender age. He would fly back and forth from NY and when he was in SF, the cousin, stayed with my friend. And “Lenny” would call often. W grew accustomed to Lenny and was endeared to him because he had taken…
My friends, who have become mothers, have changed irrevocably for the better, in becoming mothers. I visited D then L, and both have more breadth to them in their role as mothers. I am not quite sure what my role is in the world – adopt a child, foster a child, be a great aunt, Big Sister, – it’s a difficult matter at my age to decide to begin when most women my age are…
I’m here to tell you that San Francisco is operating as if Katrina never happened. You’d never know it but life goes on there like nothing ever happened over here. But what’s eerie to me is that as I ran around the Embarcadero, I had this strong ephemeral feeling that San Francisco too could have a major disaster and be changed overnight and that no one can predict when it will happen, but it will…
Picked up a copy of Dowd’s “Are Men Necessary?” and read it on the plane ride to California. People say we look alike – of course we do, she’s an Irish Catholic and I’m a Spanish Jew – there you have it. There were lots of good and howlingly funny points in her book – one of which echo’d from my hen party the other night and that is “Disturbing the dating ritual leads to…
I dined with a friend who is the original Samantha from Sex in the City – I don’t mean the real person whom the character was based on, I mean that she invented Samantha a long time ago by way of who she is and has become. A fascinating woman whose beauty and irreverance are always a joy to behold. My favorite quote from her is that in her world, it’s all about hands and…
Sat next to a couple from San Diego on the flight to San Francisco, both originally from New Orleans. He had just returned from buying his mother’s house in Eastern New Orleans and plans to move there and rebuild it himself. He said he was a carpenter, then a developer, then in hardware, but that all of his life, or at least the last twenty years, have been preparing him for this moment.
I told G there were three epiphanies in literature that are indelible in my mind – 1) Joyce’s protagonist from “The Dead,” Gabriel Conroy’s, epiphany that his wonderful life is an illusion because his wife is still in love with her first boyfriend; 2) the short story – can’t recall title or author, where the widow walks through the rooms of people in the living area and makes her way back to her bedroom and…