“I hate Sargent, I hate Sargent, I hate Sargent…” Startled, I turned around and discreetly observed the old man pacing Gallery 771. Of average height, wearing a long overcoat with large lapels that had seen better days, the disheveled white-haired man was walking back and forth, head low and shoulders slumped. He only stopped in … More On John S. Sargent’s Footsteps
I recently finished the 21-day meditation challenge by Deepak Chopra. Each day brought a thought, an exercise, a meditation session. One day, I had to reflect on all the challenges I had faced in my life, how I felt about them and how I recovered. The mantra of the day was “This too shall pass.” … More This Too Shall Pass
I’d rather stay home, but I can’t skip today’s lunch. It was set up months ago by Charlie’s boss, the Chinese banker and philanthropist…forgot his name. Rags to riches kind of guy, born in a small village in rural China, today one of Hong Kong’s billionaires. Charlie asked me very kindly, but repeatedly, to attend … More The Ladies Who Lunch
The old man, at the corner of Madison and 76th, was oblivious to the cars honking and the pedestrians rushing home in the drizzle of the early evening. He stood still, staring at the red and white demolition sign screaming “DANGER, KEEP OUT.” This intrusive, ugly sign was ordering him, Felix Menochon, to keep out … More Keep Out!
The house was pitch dark. Laura hated being alone in that Colonial Revival style house, too big now, especially at night. She turned on all the lights, locked the door behind her, dropped her purse and keys on the foyer marble table. She set the security alarm for the night. Although the neighborhood was safe, … More The Killer Review