Pray

I’d taken a taxi from Penn Station to our hotel in Battery Park City—an area newly rebuilt since the destruction on 9/11. After checking in, I took another cab to meet my daughter at MoMA, the Museum of Modern Art. Jessica had spent the day working at her company’s...

Eat

Over Labor Day weekend, I met my daughter in New York City—she was in town on business. We ate new foods at restaurants, soaked up inspiration at two art museums, and watched a love-themed show on Broadway. It was an “Eat, Pray, Love” experience, which...

Decisions, Decisions

It was mid-January here at Vanaprastha when I watched the video. The temperature was moderate for a winter day. But the extended forecast called for snow, and comfort food was on my mind. “Hi, I’m Nica Waters, and welcome to Tasty Thursday.” That day, Nica showed her...

My Father’s Bible

Presented to Raymond S. Duff, July 14, 1943, by Mother, Num. 6:24-26. My grandmother sent this Bible to my father when he was in the middle of infantry training in North Camp Hood, Texas. She referred him to a passage in the book of Numbers about God’s protection,...

Summer 1970

Not quite nineteen the summer of 1970, I was a member of The Edward Malley Company’s College Board. Malley’s was a now-defunct department store in New Haven, Connecticut, similar to and competitive with Macy’s. I worked retail that summer, spending the rest of my...