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May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you're wonderful, and don't forget to make some art -- write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.

- Neil Gaiman

Merry Christmas, everyone!

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Oh, I loved him.  Such a crush that went on for years.  When others swooned for rock stars and young actors, he was the one I admired.  My mom even bought me a Broadway ticket years ago when he made a rare and special appearance on Broadway so I could see him in person.  A lion in winter, Mr. Chips, the one striding on top of the train as Lawrence of Arabia.  Thank you and farewell, Mr. O'Toole.

Manhattan all decked out for Christmas

The building with the scaffolding is St. Patricks which no one in their right mind would ever venture into this time of year...especially with all the scaffolding inside too...which of course one would not know unless they went inside.  Oy.

The windows, the windows!  Lots of video/media content this year which had us old school gals asking plaintively - where are the doll houses?  the wee villages?  the puppets?  Tiffanys had the fancy white mansions which were okay - but frankly, ever since their magnificent Fox windows a few years ago based on the Roald Dahl book turned movie, it all pales. 

 

loved the tribute to Al Hirschfeld windows...and right outside Rockefeller Center, Saks had a countdown ...which was exploding stars, dancers, ribbons, lots of glitz, and then this familiar looking guy popping out of a box.  Very fun. 

In between all this wandering about we hit up the children's book art exhibit at the NYPL and the Magritte exhibit at MOMA (can you say EXHAUSTED with me?) but that's another post this week...because here are the angels and the tree which is, of course, year after year, absurdly crowded and ridiculously touristy and yet amid all the crush and photo opps and clamour, it still is magical.

Did I get an extra shot in of the tree by accident?  Ah well, blogger makes it too hard to backtrack and besides...it's a short season.  A fun day bringing back memories of all the excursions in to the tree ("Let the Lady with the pram through!")  Enjoy all the lights and festivals you can.  Merry, merry.

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Great Writing News

 

Very happy to say that a short story I wrote has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize.  The story is called The Exit and can be found here at The Lowestoft Chronicle.  The photo here with all its open door into the future obvious symbolism and vaguely Narnia-ish charm is a grateful nod to Manhattanville College (where such lovely buildings exist including the main building known as The Castle...and it really is just that gorgeous) as I wrote the story while in a class with the amazing Neela Vaswani at Manhattanville College's MFA program. 

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