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Love at first sight….

Love at first sight….

Do you believe in love at first sight? I do…. It happened to me. I fell in love with this face the very first time I saw her on the Internet…. It was January of 2013. My home was finally almost put back together after Mother Nature and Superstorm Sandy ravished it. My heart was finally mending after having to say goodbye to my sweet and brave tailless wonder cat, Alex, who lost his battle earlier in the summer. Life…

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One thousand ninety five days later….

One thousand ninety five days later….

“Do you remember when I called the hotel?” My neighbor Bonnie asked as we had dinner together a few weeks ago. A sad smile appeared on my face. “How could I forget?” It was the night before Superstorm Sandy was expected to hit New York. My husband and I had spent the entire day securing our home for the pending storm. Exhausted we went to Bonnie’s house for dinner. Other neighbors were there too. The wine was flowing, and we…

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When Manhattan Stood Still

When Manhattan Stood Still

New York, especially Manhattan, has a bad reputation.  People think that everyone is cold and self centered as they rush around barely making eye contact with others.  Maybe it’s because I have lived my entire life in New York…  Maybe it’s because I was severely affected by Hurricane Sandy… I know knew Yorkers are the complete opposite. Last Monday my friend and I drove to the city.  It took us years of trying to coordinate our schedules, but we finally…

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Not better with age….

Not better with age….

THE LOST BLOG POSTS – thanks to electronic spring cleaning I found numerous blog posts that I wrote but didn’t publish due to Hurricane Sandy and publishing / promoting Dangled Carat here is one of them….  “Let me see your nails,” I said to my mother, as my husband and I sat at her dining room table having lunch.  “I love the color,” I exclaimed.  It was a bright purple shade, and looked wonderful. “Remember when you only did your nails…

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Seven hundred and thirty days later….

Seven hundred and thirty days later….

“Is that a mobile home?” My mother asked as we were driving through a neighboring beach community this past summer. “Yes,” I answered, quietly. “They’re allowed to park it in the street?” She asked, innocently. “Yes.  After all, what choice do they have? They have to live somewhere.” I replied.  “Look at the house that it is parked in front of.  It’s still condemned.  They probably didn’t have insurance and don’t have money to repair or rebuild it.  Under the…

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