Dear Allen Weisselberg,

Gather your toiletries and come to the gate.

That’s where your ex-daughter-in-law Jennifer was given orders  to wait.

 They need your room at Rikers.

  She’s come to give you a ride.

  Drop the loyalty and bravado.

  You lost your privilege to hide.

  You will recognize her gucci bag you bought her years ago.

  No more benefits, no more doubts this is clearly a failed show.

  You might want to pass up the snickers bar as you pass by the canteen.

  It’s your turn up at bat to tell us all you’ve seen.

Your grandchildren will ask why Papa is not leading the Passover seder.

 Such a shanda, no more mitzvahs.

Take a plea now don’t wait till later.

Stormy oh, Stormy she’ll lead you to the room.

Her opening act will help lift your doom and gloom.

What ya waiting for at this point?

No more covering for your muse.

You have the chance to come clean and minimize abuse.

 So join forces with Jennifer and start to spill the beans.

Help stock pile grievances.

 Turn the indictment into a conviction.

  One last shot Mr. ( what are you thinking) Weisselberg.

  Bring forth your dereliction.

Lexapro, Lexapro you got me on track.
You gave me a lift, helped cover my back.
With your SSRI- my mood turned around.
My Nikes tied tight, I am hitting the ground.
No need to sit in an uncomfortable place.
A little leg up, back in the race.
When the going gets tough, and your load gets too heavy.
Call on some help to get back your steady.
When life comes at you fast, as it certainly can do.
Reach out for some help to get out of the blue.
One day at a time, mix in TL care.
Brings Hope laced with Prayer to minimize your fear.

When the Tough get Going! Repost with ❤️ from several years ago.

So we are up to the Oscars. Tradition Strong on a Sunday eve in early Spring for as many years as our pre- Gingkgo Biloba or Prevagen days can recall. So we’ll pour ourselves a glass of Red, make a pasta sauce and throw in the “kitchen sink.” Circa the 1960’s Jahn’s Ice Cream Parlor with a cherry on top. As we embark on our second year of the Virtual Oscars, a watch worthy and up for many Oscars movie is Nomadland. It is a portrayal of a woman who embarks on a journey through the American West after losing everything during the recession. As the movie unfolds we watch as Frances McDormand travels and travels and travels.

We first met her in Fargo in Minnesota,1987. We loved her as Marge Gunderson and now, watching her as Fern, beautifully directed by Chloe Zhao. Many Oscars to be won.
Love us a little Bill Macy and now some David Strathairn as performers extraordinaire.
In this year as we are all navigating the same storm from our own boats keeping our eye on getting to shore safely is the direct goal.

And I quote -Why are there so many songs about rainbows?
And what’s on the other side? Rainbows are visions, they’re only illusions and 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. Unquote.

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, shapes and promises offer a trilogy of endless wonderment. Dorothy searched for happiness “Somewhere Over the Rainbow.” She learned that after her laborious travels, the click of the red shoes bringing her “Home” to Auntie Em’s smile was her Oz.

As next chapters come with rapid speed listen carefully for the song of the male frog- a grunt, a croak. It often serves as the conduit to where you want to settle in. Don’t re-gift your life to people who treat you as after thoughts. Allow all that therapy to pay off.
Spend time with people who would mention your name in a room full of opportunities. Now, more than ever we all need more than anyone can give.

The Wizard made hay from the scarecrows stuffing. Nomadland strikes a chord on what we value.

Fill each seat at your table with only the deepest of players who have your back while you turn around to watch as the parade passes by. Make it a good Wednesday.

Sometimes life makes it impossible not to believe. The pieces are at times heavier than your strength can bear. 

When you are called on to lift the weight of disappointment-knowing you’ve  spin your golden threads, let the meant to be’s usher you into place. The tough times have a way of calling on us to reveal the “all we gots.”

Hamantaschen, Hamantaschen,
Where art the best?
We are on an adventure.
Through a taste test.
The flavors and the textures.
In one bite or two.
The crust and the filling baked like our Bubby use to do.
Seeking the memories, we are hitting the ground.
We’ll go store to store.
The streets we will pound.
Add the sugar and the butter, the vanilla extract?
Measure the amounts, don’t mix them in blind.
The hamantaschen we knew,
Were one of a kind.
We’ll tap into Amy Rosen.
We are thinking she will know.
Her cooking and her baking- a win, place and a show.
We favor the prune, but appreciate the rest.
Hey, we will taste it all.
In our search for the best.
We love the Nova from Murrays.
The Bagels we get at Tal are swell.
The strawberries from The Boys.
Puts a smile and a kvell.
The hamantaschen only our taste test will tell.
Get back to ya!