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Isolation Journal: Love Letter to NYC

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I was listening to a podcast last week about a project called Isolation Journal, where you get prompts every day.  I’m starting a little late but below is today’s prompt, and my love letter to NYC.  If you want to sign up and to receive these prompts you can do that here: Isolation Journals.

DAY 47 - Love Letter to a Place
In this moment of suspension, we invite you to compose a tribute to your city or hometown or the area code you rep, be it in prose or painting—or your own Beastie Boys'-style rap. If you haven't, you can check out the video for their song "An Open Letter to NYC." The lyrics hit home for New Yorkers after 9/11 and feel particularly poignant now, too.


Dear New York City,This is a love letter to you.  
What can I say? I've loved you since we first met. Your bustling lights, the energy that exudes out of you the moment I arrive either via train, plane, or automobile, is electric. You are home to my favorite street in the world, Broadway. There is…

What’s in a name, a blog name!

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I was in my husband's car on the top of the parking lot of the NBC Universal Lot, sobbing.  I’d spent the last few hours watching a taping of the re-boot of ‘Punky Brewster.’  This show was my favorite show when I was a child.  I can’t tell you the hours that I spent wishing I was best friends with Punky, Cherie, and Margo.  I hoped that I had a Henry in my life.  I was so in love with them that I used to pretend they were my best friends.  I may have called the studio here in LA, as a child living on Long Island, a few times, and that was back in the day when long-distance wasn’t unlimited, it was based on the minute.  I didn’t care, didn’t have any concept about money.  I don’t think I ever got further than the receptionist but what I wouldn’t have given to have a conversation with Punky.  I did send her a few letters and receive an autograph back from her.  I wish I still had it, but I’m sure I let it go during one of my many moves.  
Anyway, back to that November night, last fa…

Ronnie Power!

Welcome to my new blog.  The truth is I can’t afford therapy, so I thought this would be the place where I would post my thoughts.  More to come.