Wednesday, June 29, 2016

20

Our beautiful girl Sarah turned 20 yesterday. Another milestone and another opportunity to reflect on how much I admire and adore my children. I'm not exactly a Number 1 Mom but I try after my own fashion. Enjoy this next decade middle child! You are a special young woman destined to make your mark in the years to come.

Sunday, June 26, 2016

Our Graduate


Due to the restrictions imposed by our youngest offspring, no photo was permitted to give you an inkling of his handsome appearance in cap and gown. The lengthy commencement ended on the darkening football field awash in people, recording devices and balloons. My many years on Sleepy Hollow High School property as a parent have reached their conclusion.  Always a lot to savor and appreciate as life carries us all forward.

Wednesday, June 8, 2016

June's Delights



Sometimes when the day leaves me craving fresh air, I succumb to the details of the flowers and the early evening light that brightens their glow. Means the world to this harried suburban mom.

Monday, June 6, 2016

Pink Words





This summer promises to be one of transition and there is no shortage of grumpiness and irritation with one another at home. I recently met a card-reader at a local event and she gave me an intriguing piece of advice to use pink words. When I inquired what she meant she expanded. "Be nice. Try to filter out the negativity. You know, focus on the pink words."

(A study in objectivity and personal restraint.)

Sunday, June 5, 2016

In Memorium (My Brush with Greatness)



(The world lost a very special individual yesterday whose life cast a long shadow in the world of sports, politics, human kindness and culture.  He will be missed.)

Back before marriage and children, when my life revolved around photographing for clients, looking for work and trying to enjoy singledom in New York City, I got hired to cover a press event where Mohammad Ali was to introduce a commemorative coin in his likeness at the Waldorf Astoria. The proceeds from the coin's sales were going to a fund he had created to help end world hunger. I headed up to the hotel and met my friend David who had also been hired to create the promotional materials for the launch. I wasn't sure what to expect except that it would be well attended and I would get the chance to photograph a world famous athlete whose position as a pacifist I had long admired.

Stepping into the elevator I was aware of footsteps behind me and riding in the same car was Ali himself. He had a few people in his entourage- at this point in his life (the mid 80's) he was in good health and immediately started chatting up his companions. He was imposing in size but his manner belied a caring soul and I knew I was in the presence of greatness.

Later, signing autographs I stationed myself at a much closer spot. Ali gestured to me and my friend.
"Is this your boyfriend?" as he pointed to David. Bearing a mischievous smile he said "Well, I am going to kiss you and make him jealous!" He stood up, put his arms around me and gave me a polite kiss on the cheek. Releasing me as quickly as he had embraced me, he sat down, gave me a wink and went back to the business of meeting his fans.

And I floated away on some kind of celestial cloud. For days I felt a magic from having been near him and the delightful aura of his charm.  I have met some notable folks since then, but as yet, none can compare to how special, in those few brief moments, he made me feel.