Today I transferred the contents of my safety deposit box to another bank. The contents contained things you might expect to find in a safety deposit box, but it was my diaries and old passport photos that reminded me of one of the scariest, yet most exhilarating times of my life. A lot for a 20-something to endure, much less to write about so matter-of-factly.
“7/2/82: Guido and Little Louie [my names for the men who steal our garbage and override our alarm system] are still with us.”
It’s still winter here in New York City. Even though it’s been a mild one, I still find that I’m stir crazy and waiting for spring. Little purple crocuses were just starting to bloom in Central Park, and then we got hit with a ton of snow. So discouraging.
I’ve had to find ways to keep my mind happy while being alone in the big city. Normally when it’s nice outside, I can go for long walks or head over to Central Park and hang with a wonderful collection of human beings, but it’s cold outside! I need a change of plans! Continue Reading
I grew up in the world of antiques and never left, sharing professional time as a dealer, auctioneer, lecturer and author. Invited to attend the very first US taping of Antiques Roadshow in 1996, I have since been to the majority, over 100 in all. Appraisers are chosen by WGBH in Boston, and are on their own dollar. There is no compensation for appearances, hotel or travel expenses, and all sign an agreement prohibiting commercial activity related to the show. This is PBS after all, and integrity is essential. I believe that is largely why (over 10 million viewers each week) love the show, and why we all keep coming back for more. Continue Reading
When I was unpacking my dishes and cookbooks that had been in storage for 10 years, I took a break to watch Rick Bayless’s PBS series, “Mexico One Plate at a Time.” A chef and restaurateur, Rick specializes in traditional Mexican cuisine. As he talked about the subtle, but complex dishes of Oaxaca, I was reminded of the many meals I’ve eaten in Mexico and Central America over the years.
One meal, in particular, I’ll never forget.
In her makeup studio at Rita Hazan, 2015. Photo by Jennifer Denton.
Over the years Sandy Linter’s watched the best photographers, supermodels and lighting people work. As one of the top makeup artists in the world, her job has been to make models camera ready gorgeous, but when she’s the one being photographed, Sandy knows how to strike a pose.
The first time we met I was in my early 20’s. Sandy looked like an angelic goddess. It’s a mental image I will always remember. Here are some of my favorite photographs of Sandy.
We’ve been brainwashed into working through pain. It’s noble. Remember the coaching adage, “No pain, no gain?” I’m the first to say there are some instances when you have to work through pain, like when you need to run from the saber-toothed tiger even though you sprained your ankle. Run or be dinner.
But we don’t live in that world. We live in a world of self-inflicted activities which sometime result in pain and injury.
This week I had jury duty. I know… A lot of people roll their eyes at this often dreaded “penance,” but it’s one of the highest services entitled us as Americans: the right to a jury of our peers. “Our peers… “ Now that’s the scary part. Out of 500 people selected at random for the jury pool—who were pulled from a list of voter and driver registrations—I saw a handful of what I would consider my “peers.” The rest… ?
If I answered honestly, you’d think I was being ugly or exaggerating.
Sam at the vet the week before he died. Doesn't he have a beautiful face? When people would ask me what kind of dog he was I would say, "He's part Beagle and part Walt Disney." He looked like he could have been in "Lady and the Tramp."
This week I had to put my precious Sam to sleep. It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. Like me and Molly, Sam survived abuse and unspeakable heartbreak. Each of us were lost until James found us, and together, we became a family.
Sam was with me through breast cancer; losing James; Goldie’s stroke; mother’s death and Molly’s death last month.
In the 70s, I worked a lot with model, Rosie Vela. I was introduced to her as “Roseanne,” so I continue to call her Roseanne. She calls me “Red” because she remembers my red hair from 1975!! This gorgeous photo was shot by Albert Watson for Vogue and Harry King did her hair.
Boot Camp and other similar exercise programs are keeping my lights on. Of course there are things which are totally out of our control, like tornados and earthquakes. Natural disasters wreak havoc on delicate humans. And sadly, there are those of us who suffer from diseases and genetic disorders like arthritis. Continue Reading