Rumors Only Grow- It’s a Rap

Lin Manuel, you say it so swell- from Up in the Heights each spectacle you tell- Aaron Burr said to you, rumors only grow – one of the themes that carried the show- 

Was your legacy to plant seeds that will grow-in a beautiful garden-you will never know -So you captured Alexander, as in Hamilton the show-Washington and Jefferson and Adams quite a force -how lucky for you that you didn’t see divorce. You told of America’s beginnings tried and true- almost like you lived it cause you knew, really knew- With affect and emotion revolutionized in song – the characters kept dancing as they acted all along- two centuries ago as the garb did display,  contemporary flair carried  the message all the way- unimaginary loss brought you down to your knees – got the audience attention- silence if you please – in the legendary duel who would have thunk- the crowd left cheering 


An amazing slam dunk. 

The United States of Disbelief

If things aren’t working change the sequence of events- take a new course, walk on the other side of the street- shake it up. One thing begets another. Network to a different place. What comes out of an attempt is often a surprise.┬áNow on to the change for the country. Radical has a take your foot off the gas strength. Our country is bleeding and in dire need of a metamorphous. We are in an emergent state and on the precipice of a very frightening unknown. Those in the know speak with distinctive and educated facts to back up the assumptive “what could be’s.” The future an assumption- our homeland a crumpled pile of rubble.

Our choices come down to if we have to. How did this spin out of control to the point of being untrue to ourselves?

One big piece of our persona was what political party rang most true for us. How we voted was in accordance with those beliefs. Now we are fractured as a whole and severely compromised in spirit. As Americans choices are our right and our distinctive privilege. We know democracy and the sigh like freedom it offers. Rewind- we would walk up to the voting booth, close the curtain and felt with certainty we were contributing and being true to our beliefs. Our hope was that the bowling ball sped right down the middle for a 10 pin knock-out. Our duty as citizens is to have our vote count in favor of our creed. We carry our fundamental points and beliefs and follow through.


One of our cherished activities is planting our terrace with our grandsons. The flowers and veggies stream our traditions with continuity- a family project we all love.

On Sunday one of the kids asked if we could grow a tree this year. The answer was a resounding Yes. We said as long as it is size appropriate for the space we have. His answer, “well can’t it be a big tree like at the park.” Oh my sweet boy- for you and your generation the sky is the limit. At least so we thought with unbridled certainty until…we walk up to the voting booth ,close the curtain and understand for the the very first time that our Free World now carries a tariff bigger than our emotional pocketbooks can afford. “For which it stands.”

On a Clear Day You Can See Forever

Nothing worse than disrespect – not returning emails or calls. Who the hell… However, it’s two sided. The fragrance of arrogance – diaper pail-esque. This is where older is better- vanity is replaced with sanity. I am who I am and if you don’t like well…See theater for the actors you like. Go to events only if you are welcomed, honored to be invited or have to. Appropriate your giving – not to get back but to be received. Un-friend someone you don’t appreciate following- we are all addicts- one or 12 steps away from each other. Spend time sleeping off and on. Nothing better than a lazy afternoon -with or without a grandchild under the covers with an iPad and the “on demand” remote. 

Esoteric- intended for or likely to be understood by only a small number of people with a specialized knowledge or interest. Come on guys it’s me.

Want to know how quickly 10 yrs. and 7 months go by. Look up, yes up, at a grandchild you met on Day One. Treat him liked the baby you fell in love with at first sight- and tell him when he squiggles – you just can’t stop hugging him. Eat less salt! Really that is a biggie. Google primatologist and ask him about salt. Stop trying to get away with not exercising, not reading. Luck only lasts for so long disguised as a warning. And- for heaven’s sake don’t play a victim. Wears thin, quickly. Although u may find a club who also live the inadequacies and thrive on crappy stories. Snarky is putting it mildly.

Don’t be limited by impoverished dimensions of you imagination. Do more of what you are good at. Get tickets for Hamilton- and have Netflix as a back up if cable goes out! Mozart and I quote – I pay no attention whatever to anybody’s praise and blame. I simply follow my own feelings.

Early Monday Morning

Blessings seem to come wrapped with charm

They find your purpose and always disarm

Come hither and yon, they will knock on your door

Ask for so little and get so much more

 Mix patience with potion and stir with some flair

Get ready to receive them they’re close and so near

With gratitude and clarity we grab for the ring

One go around- don’t miss a thing

Once you get what you’re seeking

Come sit next to me

I know the warmth of feeling scot free

Determined to keep the treasures close by

Keep your eyes wide open and reach for the sky

We got you covered and believing of course

For as we go forward we’ll add the white horse

Arthur Gordon Kelly- play it again Sam

img_2061A.K.A. Art Linkletter was the consummate raconteur through media. He collected and shared other people’s stories. What made people laugh was his forte and in turn created television shows to encourage laughter. A feel good quote of his was ” things turn out best for the people who make the best of the way things turn out.” He lived a long, ingratiating and from all accounts well integrated life. Adept at putting people at ease, his pronounced talent. He worked with his son, how cool, spent lots of time in his career discovering the underbelly of what makes people tick. He was the straight man to children and brought out the unposed honesty that spills “out of the mouths of babes.”

He was a belly laugh enabler. “Kids Say the Darndest Things” was a show that he hosted from 1945-1969. It then had an encore performance from 1998-2000 co-hosted with Bill Cosby. Don’t get me started about character malfunction. Anyway, back to laughter.

Laughter is…the best medicine. Belly grabbing, breathless, endorphin producing and free. Sit next to the funny person. Grab moments watching re-runs of Sid Caesar, Red Skelton and Carol Burnett. They were funny and knew it. When Jon Stewart said good-bye a large group of us were dismayed. The Rodney Dangerfields and the Andrew Dice Clays stood up with silly, gross humor- none the less funny.

When Jack Benny cradled his chin with his hand, we laughed, based on postulating talent.

Happy Mother’s Day! My husband and I are blessed to share moments, days and sleepovers with lots of Grandchildren. Nobody creates laughter in us like they do. Not only their silly behaviors or the result of tickles, but the Art Linklater-esque questions they ask. The bi-products of first time experiences, sheer innocence and delightful naivety are priceless.

Last week our 3 and 4 months old (ask her she’ll tell you) asked to see her baby pictures.

As the consummate picture hoarder I gathered a few to show her. She looked at an early one where she has several months old hair. Her startled look, borderline confusion and the question that followed had me on the floor grabbing my stomach. She looked up at me and asked with extreme sincerity- “JUDY- I’m a boy?” I caught my breath, grabbed a chair to help get up and asked why? She then said “my hair is so weird.” Case in point. Art Linkletter, kudos to your renowned production of splendid insights. That interaction added moments of joy that linger and linger. With euphoric recall I am still laughing.


As we watch these beauties grow (8) to be precise- through first time- lots of things moments we get to be young again. So just for today, as a woman who never had any children of her own- but is one Lucky Lady-I say Happy Mother’s Day to one and all. Hold tighter, laugh harder and Shout Hallelujah come on get happy, chase all your cares away.

AARP- An Adult Rearranging Priorities

“Do u know where ur going to do you like the things that life is showing you? My take away song from the movie Mahogany in which Diana Ross plays a woman (Tracey Chambers) who works in a Chicago garment factory. Her dream is to one day become a celebrated fashion designer. From Tracey Chambers to Anna Wintour? The italicized line from the movie resonates so deeply across the board.” Success is nothing without someone you love to share it with.” Last eve I chowed down sushi and sake with a few predictably exciting, “share it with”friends. We so look forward to the catch up ” We listen and help prop each other up as we quickly share our injustices in between sips. We talk about “life and love as old friends do.” A line from “Old Friends”- a delightfully melancholy song that Michael Feinstein recorded. 

” But we’ll meet the year we’re 62. And travel the world as old friends do. And tell each other what we’ve been through. Our love is rare, life is strange. Nothing lasts people change.” The only thing that changes about our evenings is the location. 

So purging is the predecessor to partying. Our mini therapy, amongst us girls, helps us get from point A to point A+. We discuss turning injustices into disappointments- and then just Moving the hell on. To be sad is not to be productive. We stop each other as we perseverate on one of those things you can do nothing about. We chiropractically adjust each other emotionally, kiss good-bye and look forward to our next toast and jam session. New location- only requirement. 

So today think of the things you love to smell. The olfactory system is memory provocative. For me a candle that was just blown out, particularly a Rigaud (reine de la nuit) or Cypress scented. Adore the smell of Paper White Flowers. Love the smell of my sister Roberta’s pot roast cooking and cooking. Oh my, I would be remiss without recalling the smell of a newborn-head to toe. 

Last eve a recurring theme was living in the NOW. My friend is a Howard Stern listener. Yesterday Howard interviewed Rob Reiner. They talked about his new film “Being Charlie.” They talked about the “now” moment as they get older. For the naysayers who view the AARP years as rageing aging- I say phooey. The blast of memories as memory diminishes – oxymoron perhaps. How lucky to be hunting, gathering, collecting and tying them all together. Find your signature. Add the where we came from, bring along the songs and movies and then display your goods at the art show in Greenwich Village.. Btw that’s the Village to post baby boomers. 

Win, Place,Show

“Why are there so many Songs about rainbows?

And what’s on the other side

Rainbows have visions

And only illusions

Rainbows have nothing to hide

So we’ve been told

And some choose to believe it

I know they’re wrong wait and see

Someday we’ll find it

The rainbow connection

The lovers, the dreamers and me”

Lyrics by Jim Henson- favored artist Kermit the Frog
Rainbows and Frogs- “look, look, look to the rainbow, follow the fellow who follows his dream.”

The fascination of the colors, shape and the promise bring a trilogy offering endless wonderment. Dorothy searched for her happiness “Somewhere Over the Rainbow.” She learned that after her laborious travels, the click of the shoes bringing her “Home” where Auntie Em’s smile brought her in was her deal.

So you gamble at the track to win, place or show. Aren’t placing and showing winning? First place is optimum but just getting out of the gate, playing your own game and reaching for the Holy Grail is what winning is all about. Give it your all and let the pieces fall where they may. Don’t get locked out of the contest even if there are just a few places left. Make certain you buy the conceptual lottery ticket. “You gotta be in it to win it.”

Don’t judge a situation you’ve never been in. My friend’s Love their dogs. Like in OMG- DOG! Love is love. Friend’s adopted a baby at birth. They threw the word adopted away as it had no “H” for heart in it. When you have grandchildren that had nothing to do with biology and everything to do with “Everything,”- make them yours in heart, body and soul. Believe me they know who loves them- it’s Big, Huge!

Bet to win, place or show on the things you have that you can only imagine you would find on the other side of the rainbow. Winning is winning. Next chapters come very quickly in our book of life. Learn to recognize the song of the male frog- a grunt, a croak in his reaching out to mate. Don’t loose sight of the opportunity in ur path.

Make hay from the scarecrows stuffing. Join the parade as it’s marching by. And– when the music stops find that seat- I see it over there waiting for you.

Bring Your Own Pencil

Accentuate the positive, elimnate the negative.  From the chicken coop, to the Girl Scout troop

Take the lessons along the way, bring them around to grown up play

Learn a game or two or three, come on guys sit by me

Reparation for loneliness with a skip and a jump

Bring it around with a quiet like thump

Support groups and exercise- keep the endorphins in check

Lift your self-up no one likes a wreck

With good fortune and luck playing hide and go seek 

Exactly my sentiments as I now speak

What comes around when it’s 180 away

Will soon be on the forefront

Perhaps a day away

Monday blue and Tuesday who knew

With a wave of the wand and a turn of the page

Let wisdom and knowing plan the next stage

I salute the discomfort- it helps more than hurts

Put on a new sweater and take out that skirt

Get dressed for the party with no where to go

Create ur new karma accent your mojo.