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midtown. dogs.

IMG_0017When I was a little girl, and we would make our yearly New York City trip from the country, my eyes used to roll out of my head toward every dog I saw.

It was hard enough to accept that people actually lived in the expansive skyscraper jungle of Manhattan. Seeing people with dogs blew my mind. I grew up on acreage where neighborhood dogs roamed free. I couldn’t imagine a dog being in an apartment, particularly an apartment someplace like Fifth Avenue.

I was thinking this as I strolled up Eighth Avenue with the puppies this morning. The road I took to get back here got so bumpy at the end; I lost sight in some ways of what exactly I was swinging.

To widen my smile further, I wound up passing a woman around the age of my mother – standing inIMG_0003 front of one of the hotels smoking her 6am cigarette. She beamed at the sight of Frankie and Peanut and greeted me with, “Look how good they are! They are CUTE!” And then she buried them in pats.

The lady reminded me of me as a kid. She made me realize that I grew into one of “those people” who once seemed like mythical creatures to me – people who not only live in midtown, they live there with dogs.

Frankie has brought a unique joy to my life. Taking care of him and watching his health improve in my care has grounded me in ways I never knew were coming. I’ve been grounded like this before, but I let it go for a minute.

Frankie reminds me of history to hold, and what to let go of. Here’s to staying and keeping light.

month 51. midtown. magic.

On the first day of my 51st month of updating this page (blogging? still uncertain), it is my pleasure to announce… we’re moving back to midtown blog family!

Sweet Lord.

Henry dying and living in the house where it all occurred not only ruined my life for awhile, it made me promptly pull my head in and make things happen. Six days ago I said something like, “Hey, I reckon I’ll get a new place so I can visit Lily during lunchbreaks.”

Abracadabra blog tribe. I’m moving December 15. I’m going to be living smack set in the middle of the city’s guts. A ten minute walk from work. In Times Square, essentially. Fortunately, my apartment has a balcony overlooking a secret courtyard, so it’s surprisingly quiet. Hell’s Kitchen serenity. I think this will suit Lily and I nicely.

Life truly does blow my mind on occasion. This is one of those. I never thought I would live in the part of town I’m moving to. I’m excited to be able to take Peanut to Central Park every morning. It’s a far stretch from living on 1st Avenue and 3rd Street, my first NYC squat back in 2000… EXCITING.

I’m still carrying on with this book thing in between packing (again). I was actually going to post a story, but then I decided I would keep it in my “book only” pile. Hopefully the pile is a novel soon.

I need a new one of those.

sortino to le harve to midtown

In addition to studying and practicing yoga, I am going to learn Italian.

In 1907 my great grandfather, Joseph Luciano, was fourteen years old. He traveled with his parents and little sister from Sortino to Le Harve then onto New York City.

I’ve decided that I would like to complete my second novel in Italy. So I should totally learn to speak the language.

Furthermore, Italian men are hot. I’d like to converse with them in their native tongue.

Lessons start Wednesday.

I’m on my way out the door… laptop in tow… off to spank book.

Happy weekend blog family!

PS. Who’s on Instagram?!

lucid. unplugged. disconnect.

“Yo puedo hacerte feliz…”

I met my husband 29 June 2017. Halfway through our first date, breakfast at a French cafe’ on east 44th street in midtown Manhattan, he leaned across the table while I blushed crossing and uncrossing my legs (both of us dressed to the New York City nines, suits and frocks at 7am) and he stated, quite plainly in a husky, cigar-smoking Spanish accent that I drank like a green smoothie…

“I can make you happy.”

“… yo puedo hacerte feliz.”

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mansion life. sun up. sun down.

Living in a mansion for the past six months has been a new solar system after tucking myself into stacks of midtown Manhattan apartments for eights years.

I have a reading room, a writing room and an outdoor sanctuary for swimming, sun bathing and word spinning. It’s a far cry from my beloved farm house where I was dwelling back in 2009 when FollowMeToNYC took shape.

Lately I’ve been reflecting a lot. When the sun goes up until when it drops. Then I usually float on my back in the pool and the stare at the stars for awhile.

My six months back in Australia have been divine. The past few years have been mind blowing, and as I roll into 2019 to celebrate ten years of this blahg… that’s a whole lot of life that went down.

I’m a firm believer that creatures don’t really change. Experiences differ, so I guess we roll through them as we may, but when it comes to your center to you being YOU – your own unique piece of Us, if you will…. I don’t reckon much changes.

When I started this page I needed a voice after being neglected by an emotionally abusive partner for a couple of years too many. I built a comfy corner and complimented it with social connections and endeavors to grow an audience and interact.

Truth is, I’m not really that type of creature. One of my traits as a born Writer is despising glowing boxes (television, phones, digital everything) and embracing solitude. Finding my own path to wander where I can listen to my inner voice, how I connect with the life I live, and making language paintings remains my one true passion.

I originally came to Australia in 2002 because it’s about as far from New York City as you can get, an entirely different planet to where I’m from. I returned this year for the same reason.

I’m awaiting my husband’s orders which are going to result in me being swooped up and lifted to Western Australia in a literal blink. Yet another new land where I have never lived but always dreamed.

That’s when the next chapter officially starts.

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