Queen Elizabeth II called 1992 an annus horribilis, (that’s Latin for horrible year). She added “1992 is not a year on which I shall look back with undiluted pleasure.” I, Evelyne Fallows, call 2020 my annus horribilis (or shitty year) and will definitely not look back at the first six months with any kind of … More Annus Horribilis
Let me reassure you right there, the meetings with friends are virtual, the drinks though are very real, as my expanding waistline can attest. It all started with my friend Amel’s initiative, who always has excellent ideas: since we can’t go out and meet in person, why not do it on Zoom? BYOB, she added. … More COVID-19 and Virtual Drinks
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
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!
Ali caressed the curved, pear-shaped body, his fingers running over the fingerboard before resting on the short, delicate neck. The Cedar wood, cool to the touch, gave a beautiful, surprising deep sound that took him back to his childhood in Damascus every time he played a few notes. The Oud was a family affair. Ali’s … More An Ode to the Oud