Here I am for the first time in my life celebrating Easter with friends in my summer home in Terracina, Italy. My family (daughters, mother, sister, brother in law, nieces, their husbands, grand nieces and nephews) all in NYC.
My friends and guests came from Rome, Florence, Venice and Priverno to spend time together. My apartment is filled with laughter, good food, wine, grappa, home-made limoncello, on and on. Our breakfast, cappuccino e bomba con la crema were consumed at our favorite bar on the piazza where all in one place we could see and feel history spanning from the Roman through modern times. My long walks on the beach were used for introspection and assessing my past, planning my future but most of all enjoying and living in the present, that instant moment which soon would become the past.
Because most of my guests were not from Terracina, I showed them my favorite sites among them the town orphanage, the best villa ever. We decided to take a guided tour of the centro storico. The guide a handsome, distinguished man, an historian-archeologist shows us a statue of a Roman nobildonna (might be Caelia Macrina) recently found while excavating the Roman Theatre on the Piazza Municipale. A Roman woman - Caelia Macrina from Terracina. Having lost a young son, in his memory, founded and funded an orphanage for boys and girls. The sum was so large that the impoverished children were well taken care of long after she had died and her tradition is still carried out today.
I was so taken by her story that I quickly went to the best bookstore in town trying to find out more, after all she is a woman after my own heart, but no books were written about her, no pictures, the statue was headless. I searched the internet but not much there except
http://www.brooklynmuseum.org/eascfa/dinner_party/heritage_floor/search.php?psgroup=14
“Caelia Macrina
Flourished circa A.D. 150, Tarracina, Italy
Little is known about the Roman woman Caelia Macrina except that some time in the second century A.D., in the town of Tarracina southeast of Rome, she donated a large sum of money for the construction of a building and for a food fund to support 200 impoverished children. A dedicatory inscription originally attached to the building reveals that Caelia's welfare grants were somewhat unusual in that they were more generous to girls than was typical of the time.”
A few years ago, I was there at the Brooklyn Museum to see the exposition of the Dinner Party by Judy Chicago and did not take note of this woman Caelia, so admired by me at this very moment. Seeing her statue, the place where she lived, the building she funded was very emotional and memorable. This guided tour has opened a new world of interest of the Roman women and their roles they played in molding who we are today.
Friday, April 9, 2010
Saturday, February 13, 2010
"Frances" By Viky
Ci scambiamo un saluto un sorriso una battuta. Entriamo subito in confidenza e parliamo di tutto : figli, mariti, film, libri.
E' simpatica, gentile, generosa, sensibile, estroversa.
Ci troviamo bene e quando devo iniziare una lunga ,fastidiosa cura per i miei denti, decido di farlo a Roma così abbiamo modo di vederci ancora, dato che lei nel frattempo ha preso un appartamento in via Monserrato, vicino all'isola Tiberina dove mi devo recare regolarmente. E' l'accasione per tornare un po' ragazze, bighellonare tra i vicoli, andare a cinema, un concerto. La seduta dal dentista è solo una parentesi fastidiosa e poi via tra i banchi del mercato di campo de' fiori, in un bar per un gelato, una tazza di cioccolata...
Passa qualche anno poi tutto cambia : il compagno di Frances si perde per un'altra donna e lei deve tornare in America per affrontare avvilenti battaglie legali. Non perde la sua grinta anche se la sua vita è diventata difficoltosa ,ha impegni gravosi da affrontare ed ha poco tempo per tornare in Italia.
Vado ancora regolarmente a Roma ma mi manca la sua compagnia , i suoi entusiasmi, la sua verve. Passo nei luoghi in cui giravamo insieme ridendo e penso a lei così lontana e diversamente impegnata. Mi manca.....spero non per molto ancora......
"Frances" by Vicky
Summer 1999. A small bar,in a small piazza, in a small city by the sea. At the table, alone, drinking a coffee or a granita: tall, tanned, with short white hair. We exchanged a greeting, a smile, a joke. We quickly become close friends and we talk about everything: children, husbands, film, and books.
She's likeable, kind, generous, sensitive, and outgoing.
We enjoy each other’s company, so when I start my long and fastidious cure for my teeth, I decide to do it in Rome so that we can see each other more often, being that in the meantime she has bought an apartment on via Di Monserrato, near Isola Tiberina where I have regular dental appointments. It’s my occasion to go back and be a girl, to loiter between the alleys, to go to the movies, to a concert. The dentist appointments are only an annoying parenthesis and then we go in and out between the market vendors of Campo de’ Fiori, in a bar for an ice cream, a cup of hot chocolate…
A few years later and everything changes: Frances’ partner gets lost to another woman and Frances must return to America in order to face disheartening legal battles. She doesn’t lose her mojo though, even if her life has become problematic; she has arduous engagements to face and has little time to spend in Italy.
I still have regular appointments in Rome but I miss her company, her various enthusiasms, her verve. I pass by the places we used to roam together in laughter and I think of her, so far away and otherwise engaged. I miss her….and I hope not for much longer now….
Sunday, February 7, 2010
"GETTING OLDER WHILE GETTING YOUNGER" by Heloise
In today's world if you are over 50 you need to get an avatar.
The technology of today is growing more sophisticated minute by minute and it is a major challenge.
Just ten years ago if you were looking for a job, you would call a real person who would actually speak to you. You would then use the only piece of technical equipment on your desk, the fax machine, to send your resume to that person or you would mail it. A week later you could call, you may not get the interview or the job but at least you were not ignored.
Fast forward to today. Humans no longer exist you must do your job searching on one of the many sites, whether job sites or social sites. You think you are applying for employment, but most likely will immediately start being bombarded with offers from non-humans from re-doing your resume for a price, to being asked to throw a fist full of money to one of the rabbits that promise to post your resume on over 1000 sites at once.
If your experience is in clothing like mine you watch the jobs and companies disappear, while you watch e-commerce grow larger by the day. I, of course, know enough about computers to buy on these sites, but I now have to face the new challenge of learning how to sell a product on an e commerce site.
I had my first interview for employment on an e-commerce site recently, and once I got pass the fact that the owners and staff were all younger then my children, which is a humbling experience, you realize how exciting this type of retailing can be.
I must learn the new technology by getting younger in my thinking. It was a positive interview, and this time I met real humans, not machines something that has not happen in a while.
I do not know if a job offer will come from it, but I will hope so.
In the meantime to all of us women of a certain age, with working experiences that often do not translate to today's world, take heart,we can continue to fight age, we will color our hair, get botox, social network, and learn not to be afraid of computers.
We will learn new technology, and we will be our own avatars in this new world.
The technology of today is growing more sophisticated minute by minute and it is a major challenge.
Just ten years ago if you were looking for a job, you would call a real person who would actually speak to you. You would then use the only piece of technical equipment on your desk, the fax machine, to send your resume to that person or you would mail it. A week later you could call, you may not get the interview or the job but at least you were not ignored.
Fast forward to today. Humans no longer exist you must do your job searching on one of the many sites, whether job sites or social sites. You think you are applying for employment, but most likely will immediately start being bombarded with offers from non-humans from re-doing your resume for a price, to being asked to throw a fist full of money to one of the rabbits that promise to post your resume on over 1000 sites at once.
If your experience is in clothing like mine you watch the jobs and companies disappear, while you watch e-commerce grow larger by the day. I, of course, know enough about computers to buy on these sites, but I now have to face the new challenge of learning how to sell a product on an e commerce site.
I had my first interview for employment on an e-commerce site recently, and once I got pass the fact that the owners and staff were all younger then my children, which is a humbling experience, you realize how exciting this type of retailing can be.
I must learn the new technology by getting younger in my thinking. It was a positive interview, and this time I met real humans, not machines something that has not happen in a while.
I do not know if a job offer will come from it, but I will hope so.
In the meantime to all of us women of a certain age, with working experiences that often do not translate to today's world, take heart,we can continue to fight age, we will color our hair, get botox, social network, and learn not to be afraid of computers.
We will learn new technology, and we will be our own avatars in this new world.
Friday, January 29, 2010
Is that all there is?
On January 9th, I turned 62 and everyone has been saying to me "this is your year,” my friend Fausta, added “hey, you can now collect social security” Hoorah!! Hoorah!! This is great, finally the birthday that has 'earned me the right' to collect social security! I can really use the cash and I quickly go on line and get all the facts. After the short application process, however, it became a time of introspection and I’m thinking- “Is that all there is?” (Remember the song by Peggy Lee?) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qe9kKf7SHco#watch-main-area
I have entered a new Milestone, as I review my life I see that so many things I learned in elementary school have become obsolete. The world has changed. I continue to write drafts on paper by hand , and as I write this entry for instance, I realize that it’s no longer necessary to break up a word at the end of the line. The computer does it automatically, not only that but it checks your grammar and spelling. The list is endless, all these changes, one could go on forever. And at the end of all this, I’m just feeling old, and the poem, The road not taken “by Robert Frost” http://www.bartleby.co , comes to mind.
And I start thinking back to my Baruch College days. I would walk to class along Lexington Ave in the low 20’s, in those days there were lots of cheap hotels and in front of these cheap hotels there would be young pretty teenage girls, mostly blonde and all sweet. It got to the point where I felt I knew them. As time passed, I would see a change in their eyes. The young women mostly but teenagers would start out clean, smiling and happy, and after a few months their eyes were dead, there was no life in them, their bodies bruised and dirty. As I walked past them, tears would roll down my eyes. I wanted to help. I wanted to do something but didn’t know what to do or how to do it. I decided that when I had enough money I would do something. I’d set up a place for young teenage girls and boys to go to for help, a place that would protect them.
I haven’t yet realized that dream, but, as I write this entry, I know I still can. There are a few more things I need to clear up in my life, and then I will be free. In the meanwhile I will start planning for my new/old venture. If anyone out there has any ideas, please contact me.
By the way, is that all there is? NO there’s plenty more.
I have entered a new Milestone, as I review my life I see that so many things I learned in elementary school have become obsolete. The world has changed. I continue to write drafts on paper by hand , and as I write this entry for instance, I realize that it’s no longer necessary to break up a word at the end of the line. The computer does it automatically, not only that but it checks your grammar and spelling. The list is endless, all these changes, one could go on forever. And at the end of all this, I’m just feeling old, and the poem, The road not taken “by Robert Frost” http://www.bartleby.co , comes to mind.
And I start thinking back to my Baruch College days. I would walk to class along Lexington Ave in the low 20’s, in those days there were lots of cheap hotels and in front of these cheap hotels there would be young pretty teenage girls, mostly blonde and all sweet. It got to the point where I felt I knew them. As time passed, I would see a change in their eyes. The young women mostly but teenagers would start out clean, smiling and happy, and after a few months their eyes were dead, there was no life in them, their bodies bruised and dirty. As I walked past them, tears would roll down my eyes. I wanted to help. I wanted to do something but didn’t know what to do or how to do it. I decided that when I had enough money I would do something. I’d set up a place for young teenage girls and boys to go to for help, a place that would protect them.
I haven’t yet realized that dream, but, as I write this entry, I know I still can. There are a few more things I need to clear up in my life, and then I will be free. In the meanwhile I will start planning for my new/old venture. If anyone out there has any ideas, please contact me.
By the way, is that all there is? NO there’s plenty more.
Friday, January 1, 2010
"Figli" by Viki
mia figlia incinta!!!! ma chi ci pensava mai ! certo, è naturale che la vita continui, che le generazioni si rinnovino, che ci sia questo forte istinto di maternità, eppure non ci pensavo proprio. E' bellissima l'idea di una nuova vita in lei, lei così dolce , ma io non posso fare a meno di pensare al futuro, a quando questo piccolo essere crescerà , da neonata tenerissima , poi bambina, poi adolescente e ragazza e adulta.
Come sarà, come diventerà ?....purtroppo temo la vita , le trasformazioni, i cambiamenti che avvengono nei figli.Quante sofferenze, notti insonni, ansie, angosce, attese, quante bugie ascoltate, inganni subiti da chi ami più della tua stessa vita.
Sono segni indelebili, impressi a fuoco, tatuati nel cuore che rimane ferito , graffiato. Impossibile dimenticare.
Ma questo non si può dire, suona blasfemo: e allora, sì, è bellissimo aspettare questa bimba, che lei porti tanta gioia a noi tutti, soprattutto alla sua mamma che la adorerà più di tutti e per lei potrebbe dare la vita.
Si, questa bimba mi restiturà la fiducia nella vita e sarà speciale e dolce e buona e gentile ......
Vicky "Children"
> My daughter pregnant! who ever thought of it! certainly, it is natural
> that life continues, that the generations renew themselves, that there is
> this strong instinct of maternity, nevertheless I never thought of it.
> The idea of a new life in her is beautiful, she is so sweet, but I cannot
> help myself but to think of the future, as to when this little being grows
> up, from tender infant, then child, then adolescent,then girl then adult.
> What will she be like? what will she become? ....unfortunately I fear life,
> the transformations, the changes that happen in our children. All the
> suffering, sleepless nights, anxieties, anguish, waiting, all the lies
> heard, deceits endured from the loved ones, the ones you love than your own
> life.
>
> These are indelible marks, imprinted on fire, tattooed in the heart that
> remains injured, scratched. Impossible to forget.
> But this is not to say, it sounds blasphemous: and then, yes, it is
> beautiful to wait for this baby, that she will bring us lots of delight to
> us all, above all to her mother that will adore her much more than all of us
> and for her would give her own life.
> Yes, this baby will restore in me the trust in life and she will be special
> and sweet and good and kind .....
>
Come sarà, come diventerà ?....purtroppo temo la vita , le trasformazioni, i cambiamenti che avvengono nei figli.Quante sofferenze, notti insonni, ansie, angosce, attese, quante bugie ascoltate, inganni subiti da chi ami più della tua stessa vita.
Sono segni indelebili, impressi a fuoco, tatuati nel cuore che rimane ferito , graffiato. Impossibile dimenticare.
Ma questo non si può dire, suona blasfemo: e allora, sì, è bellissimo aspettare questa bimba, che lei porti tanta gioia a noi tutti, soprattutto alla sua mamma che la adorerà più di tutti e per lei potrebbe dare la vita.
Si, questa bimba mi restiturà la fiducia nella vita e sarà speciale e dolce e buona e gentile ......
Vicky "Children"
> My daughter pregnant! who ever thought of it! certainly, it is natural
> that life continues, that the generations renew themselves, that there is
> this strong instinct of maternity, nevertheless I never thought of it.
> The idea of a new life in her is beautiful, she is so sweet, but I cannot
> help myself but to think of the future, as to when this little being grows
> up, from tender infant, then child, then adolescent,then girl then adult.
> What will she be like? what will she become? ....unfortunately I fear life,
> the transformations, the changes that happen in our children. All the
> suffering, sleepless nights, anxieties, anguish, waiting, all the lies
> heard, deceits endured from the loved ones, the ones you love than your own
> life.
>
> These are indelible marks, imprinted on fire, tattooed in the heart that
> remains injured, scratched. Impossible to forget.
> But this is not to say, it sounds blasphemous: and then, yes, it is
> beautiful to wait for this baby, that she will bring us lots of delight to
> us all, above all to her mother that will adore her much more than all of us
> and for her would give her own life.
> Yes, this baby will restore in me the trust in life and she will be special
> and sweet and good and kind .....
>
Friday, December 25, 2009
A Christmas Story
Even though Christmas was in the air, for the past month or so I just couldn’t feel the Holiday cheer. Whatever it was, there was something about this year that was ruining my Christmas spirit. Maybe it was because it hadn’t snowed, maybe because we hadn’t yet gotten a Christmas tree, maybe I just wasn’t feeling all that cheerful, or maybe I just needed a reminder of what Christmas is all about.
Last Friday my daughter, Sidney resigned herself to the fact that she and her dog, Nike (Nee-keh) wouldn’t be moving back to Rome any time soon so she agreed to give away the travel cage. The enormous cage (that was at least one size too “roomy”) had been sitting on our balcony for over a year and I was anxious to be rid of it. I had always felt that a lemon tree would better suit that space. I quickly called my friend Carol, she’s very active in the Safety Net/Pets for Life NYC Program. Within a few minutes she got back to me and told me that somebody needed the cage. I got in touch with them and it turned out that they needed to transport their dog to the south but could not afford to buy a cage. I gave them all the measurements and necessary information and they said they would come to pick it up.
Then, Sunday night, my daughter Alanna came home announcing that she found a wallet on the F train. The wallet contained all of the owner’s documents and ID’s but no phone number. She asked, “What should I do?” Sidney, my younger daughter asked, “What’s the address?” I looked at the driver’s permit and said, “Jackson Street!” After establishing that Jackson Street was only a few blocks away from us I volunteered to make the voyage. This was not the first time Alanna had found a wallet, when she was in grade school at PS 6, she had returned a wallet to the office. However there was no “Good Samaritan” announcement on the loudspeaker for her. An oversight on the part of the school, which may have had something to do with the disagreement I had with the principal (I blatantly told her that her school’s social structure was elitist and completely outrageous for a public school). This time, however, I helped.
Monday morning came and I set out for my morning walk with Nike. My trusty sidekick was surprised at our direction but was not going to question me since we were going towards the dog park. When we got to his apartment the young man, Angel, opened the door and was elated to find a good Samaritan (or her mother) bringing him back his wallet. His eyes lit up and he couldn’t stop thanking me. I wished him a Merry Christmas and went on my way feeling like Santa with a lone reindeer, who instead of gracefully pulling my sled just pulled me down the street.
As if that wasn’t enough to renew my Yuletide cheer, that evening the young man who needed the cage came to get it. He and his mother were happy to see that our dog was taller but generally the same size as the dog they needed to fit in her cage. They played with her as they got the cage and thanked us over and over and wished us a Merry Christmas, we did the same and as the elevator doors closed I felt the Christmas Spirit fill the air.
That night we got our Christmas tree, decorated it with glittery pinecones, candy canes, and the ornaments that have been a sparkly splendor throughout my daughters’ Christmases and hopefully will be there for their children’s as well.
Last Friday my daughter, Sidney resigned herself to the fact that she and her dog, Nike (Nee-keh) wouldn’t be moving back to Rome any time soon so she agreed to give away the travel cage. The enormous cage (that was at least one size too “roomy”) had been sitting on our balcony for over a year and I was anxious to be rid of it. I had always felt that a lemon tree would better suit that space. I quickly called my friend Carol, she’s very active in the Safety Net/Pets for Life NYC Program. Within a few minutes she got back to me and told me that somebody needed the cage. I got in touch with them and it turned out that they needed to transport their dog to the south but could not afford to buy a cage. I gave them all the measurements and necessary information and they said they would come to pick it up.
Then, Sunday night, my daughter Alanna came home announcing that she found a wallet on the F train. The wallet contained all of the owner’s documents and ID’s but no phone number. She asked, “What should I do?” Sidney, my younger daughter asked, “What’s the address?” I looked at the driver’s permit and said, “Jackson Street!” After establishing that Jackson Street was only a few blocks away from us I volunteered to make the voyage. This was not the first time Alanna had found a wallet, when she was in grade school at PS 6, she had returned a wallet to the office. However there was no “Good Samaritan” announcement on the loudspeaker for her. An oversight on the part of the school, which may have had something to do with the disagreement I had with the principal (I blatantly told her that her school’s social structure was elitist and completely outrageous for a public school). This time, however, I helped.
Monday morning came and I set out for my morning walk with Nike. My trusty sidekick was surprised at our direction but was not going to question me since we were going towards the dog park. When we got to his apartment the young man, Angel, opened the door and was elated to find a good Samaritan (or her mother) bringing him back his wallet. His eyes lit up and he couldn’t stop thanking me. I wished him a Merry Christmas and went on my way feeling like Santa with a lone reindeer, who instead of gracefully pulling my sled just pulled me down the street.
As if that wasn’t enough to renew my Yuletide cheer, that evening the young man who needed the cage came to get it. He and his mother were happy to see that our dog was taller but generally the same size as the dog they needed to fit in her cage. They played with her as they got the cage and thanked us over and over and wished us a Merry Christmas, we did the same and as the elevator doors closed I felt the Christmas Spirit fill the air.
That night we got our Christmas tree, decorated it with glittery pinecones, candy canes, and the ornaments that have been a sparkly splendor throughout my daughters’ Christmases and hopefully will be there for their children’s as well.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Celebrating A New York Moment
Now that my daughters are grown, my partner is gone and my financial situation is drastically changed. What am I do do with all of my time?
I am taking advantage of my extra time to notice and appreciate the small things. I enjoy walking through Chinatown for my vegetables and fruits and asking the vendors just what it is that I'm buying, and how to prepare them, attending free lectures and poetry readings, going to tea parlors and trying out different teas, . Basically, I’m taking the time to smell the roses, NYC style. My favorite being the fleeting encounters with the many different personalities found in the city. These were the things I missed out on while I was building my career, raising my children and being a life-partner.
Last Sunday I went to Park Slope to visit my mother, the F train was out of service and that’s how I met the two characters of the day’s adventure.
Character #1, A friendly, young homeless man, very knowledgeable of the transit system.
Character #2, An older, somewhat sophisticated attractive man sporting a septum ring. (I noticed him because my 22 year old daughter , Sidney, also has the same ring, and just the day before I had asked her if by any chance she had outgrown that style. She without hesitation, answered NO.) He is a costume designer for the stage, and also does alterations and custom made clothing.
Then there is me, the 3rd character, a 61 year old woman with grey hair running around town smelling the roses.
Character #1, The hero of the day, directed and showed us the way. Before departing, he told me that he was looking for work as he had just gotten out of jail for a felony offence. I told him that, even in this bad economy, I was sure that, he would find something. This I said with all honesty and sincerity, because he had a welcoming sweet smile and a great positive attitude.
Character #2, was sitting across the isle. He didn't hear all of the conversation but he had heard enough to know that Character #1 was a felon. He moved to sit next to me.
What was the felony?
I don’t know
Why don’t you know?
I didn’t ask.
Why didn’t you ask?
I felt if he wanted me to know he would have told me
Weren’t you curious?
YES, I WAS!
We started laughing and the conversation turned to our own work.
I told him that, at this point in my life, fashion is not really important to me. I’m interested in comfort and I do have a pair of pants that fits that bill. I thought to myself that I might ask him to make me a pair so I asked him for his card. I was very surprised that he tried everything to avoid giving it to me. I didn’t have mine, nor did either of us have a pen. Finally, we arrived at his stop where he, shyly, handed me his card along with an apology. I took a quick look and saw a card for custom made S&M leatherwear that’s not what I'd had in mind for my comfy trousers. I couldn't help but laugh and told him not to worry. I had a smile on my face for the rest of my trip. I love NY!
What about your little moments? What are you doing in the next Chapter of your life?
I am taking advantage of my extra time to notice and appreciate the small things. I enjoy walking through Chinatown for my vegetables and fruits and asking the vendors just what it is that I'm buying, and how to prepare them, attending free lectures and poetry readings, going to tea parlors and trying out different teas, . Basically, I’m taking the time to smell the roses, NYC style. My favorite being the fleeting encounters with the many different personalities found in the city. These were the things I missed out on while I was building my career, raising my children and being a life-partner.
Last Sunday I went to Park Slope to visit my mother, the F train was out of service and that’s how I met the two characters of the day’s adventure.
Character #1, A friendly, young homeless man, very knowledgeable of the transit system.
Character #2, An older, somewhat sophisticated attractive man sporting a septum ring. (I noticed him because my 22 year old daughter , Sidney, also has the same ring, and just the day before I had asked her if by any chance she had outgrown that style. She without hesitation, answered NO.) He is a costume designer for the stage, and also does alterations and custom made clothing.
Then there is me, the 3rd character, a 61 year old woman with grey hair running around town smelling the roses.
Character #1, The hero of the day, directed and showed us the way. Before departing, he told me that he was looking for work as he had just gotten out of jail for a felony offence. I told him that, even in this bad economy, I was sure that, he would find something. This I said with all honesty and sincerity, because he had a welcoming sweet smile and a great positive attitude.
Character #2, was sitting across the isle. He didn't hear all of the conversation but he had heard enough to know that Character #1 was a felon. He moved to sit next to me.
What was the felony?
I don’t know
Why don’t you know?
I didn’t ask.
Why didn’t you ask?
I felt if he wanted me to know he would have told me
Weren’t you curious?
YES, I WAS!
We started laughing and the conversation turned to our own work.
I told him that, at this point in my life, fashion is not really important to me. I’m interested in comfort and I do have a pair of pants that fits that bill. I thought to myself that I might ask him to make me a pair so I asked him for his card. I was very surprised that he tried everything to avoid giving it to me. I didn’t have mine, nor did either of us have a pen. Finally, we arrived at his stop where he, shyly, handed me his card along with an apology. I took a quick look and saw a card for custom made S&M leatherwear that’s not what I'd had in mind for my comfy trousers. I couldn't help but laugh and told him not to worry. I had a smile on my face for the rest of my trip. I love NY!
What about your little moments? What are you doing in the next Chapter of your life?
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