“Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.” (“Macbeth,” Act V, Scene V).
In like a lion, out like a lamb—or so we hope. Women’s History Month, the Ides of March, St. Patrick’s Day and everything in between, the March winds are upon us so hold on to your hats.
Oh February, what a beautiful month tis thee! Febrero in Spanish, Fevrier in French, Febbraio in Italian, Er yue in Mandarin, Februar in German and Februari in Swahili.
Have you ever noticed that the calendar year is just chocked full of holidays? No sooner do we recover from all of the New Year’s gaiety and Dr. King solemnity, it’s time to jump into gear for February.
Now that we are approaching the end of January, how are those resolutions you made coming along? Most of us start off with a lot of gusto, whether with good intent or guilt from hanging out too much over the weekend. Either way, no matter how sincere, by month’s end resolutions start to fizzle, and by February, many are long forgotten.
he Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King is still remembered, as he should and always will be. With marches professing peace and social justice for all, the upper school students at Manhattan Country School made their annual trek through the streets of Upper Manhattan to remind us, lest we forget, “No justice, No peace.”
The deep arctic freeze is upon us and all I can say is button up your overcoat. Although the snow doesn’t accumulate like it used to, nothing has stopped the winds blowing off the Arctic ice from swooping down on us.
Faith, family, peace, goodwill and good deeds—just a few phrases to start off the new year, along, of course, with your resolutions. Always starting the new year off is the last major event of the old year
Wait a minute. It’s not over. In fact, we’re just getting started. It’s the celebration that just keeps going.
Let the countdown begin. It’s Christmastime in the city. Although the snow helped a little, where are the Santas on every corner ringing bells?
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas, everywhere you go. The sidewalk Christmas trees are plentiful and beautiful, which is one of the many things I love about this time of year.
The beginning of December always feels like the calm before the storm. Like the song “Proud Mary,” by Ike and Tina Turner where Tina would start off, “We’re gonna begin this song nice and easy but we’re gonna finish this song nice and rough.”
Happy Thanksgiving. The holiday brings out the sentimentality in us because at some point we stop to reflect on the things we are thankful for. Even my 12-year-old daughter is beginning to remark on how fast time goes by.
Baby, it’s cold outside. I don’t know what to expect next, but I hope it’s not a blizzard.
After all of the Halloween excitement, it’s soothing to see how easy November slips in. Yet, November, which begins with All Soul’s Day and continues with a special occasion each week, is one of the busiest months of the year. There’s Election Day, Veteran’s Day and the biggest holiday of the year, Thanksgiving.
But I miss you most of all, my darling, when autumn leaves start to fall.
OK, so we almost have it right: bright sunny days, little to no rain, not too hot, not too cold. But it doesn’t smell like fall. Or is it just the poor air quality of the city that prevents us from smelling anything but pollution?
Was I the one who said I was ready for cooler temperatures, waiting for the leaves to fall and wondering, “In the fall will you fall for me?” Well, turn up the heat—it’s freezing.
So far so good, as October is now in full swing. Although I haven’t smelled fall in the air yet, I do expect the leaves to turn from green to orange, red and yellow.
Have you picked your apples, gone to see the fall foliage or done any of the other things people do once fall sets in? Of course, there are those who prepare ahead of time and pack the summer clothes away and bring out the sweaters and long-sleeved clothing, but it is also a great time to get outdoors.
As much as I love September, I am nonetheless eagerly awaiting October. I can’t wait to smell fall in the air and have the temperature drop just a bit to the low 70s.
Happy days are here again! The children have gone back to school!
Do you remember when it was last September? I do, and my how time flies! Time’s going so fast, or is it me who stops to start and lets the moments past?
As of the writing of this article, our days on Martha’s Vineyard are dwindling to a precious few, as is summer.
One day hot and sunny; the next cloudy and rainy. And so it goes. Regardless of the weather, you can’t keep a good girl down.
Greetings from Martha’s Vineyard. Yes, if it is August, then the Mitchells must be on Martha’s Vineyard. I confess, I wait all year just to return here.
Hot and steamy, even on a cool day, that’s August.
It’s August, one of the dreamiest months of the year.
It is the dog days of summer, and my only solution to keeping cool sans air conditioner is to drink plenty of good old New York City tap water on the rocks.
Are you busy grilling and chilling in the good old summertime?
Don’t you wish summer would always be here?
Witnessing the end of an era can be a somewhat somber experience.
By now I am sure everyone has pulled out their shorts, sandals, flip-flops and bikinis.
I usually save “roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer” until at least late July or early August.
Throughout my whole life, I have been accused of looking at life through rose-colored glasses.
June is busting out all over. I know I have said it before, but what a delight to say it again. Although we still have to contend with the one-day sunny, one-day torrential rain storm, it’s all good.
Regardless of rain or shine, technological development doesn’t stop. This fact was never more evident than at the Inaugural Virtual Enterprises International Venture Challenge as they celebrated the Magic of Entrepreneurship.
Here we are, in the merry merry month of May. This month is the time we celebrate our mothers, May graduates and all of those who have served and died for our country as members of the military. Memorial Day is also a good time to recognize the cost of war.
A torrential rainstorm one day a week and trees are in full bloom—and so is my hay fever.
Lest we ever forget, the Hon. Thurgood Marshall, the first African-American to serve on the United States Supreme Court and one of the most effective civil rights crusaders of the 20th century, will be recognized on Thurgood Marshall Law Day 2017.
Easter and Passover officially mark the beginning of spring and so do the pear blossom trees that are beginning to bloom along Lenox Avenue. The warm, sunny days don’t hurt either.
Put your boots on, baby! It’s going to be a wet one! Additionally, the Shamanic forecast says April is going to be a month of high highs and low lows.
We are getting there, slowly but surely. The month of March was in true form this year with the temperatures going up, down, up, down, up, down.
Snow and cold, go along your merry way. Spring is in the wings. Eating wings and then some were more than 150 people who attended the annual Sunday Supper held at the restaurant Daniel.
OMG! Applebee’s located on the corner of 125th Street and Fifth Avenue lost their lease and are now officially closed.
The March winds have already blown in a beautiful clear night, allowing for a full range of stars to become visible to the naked eye.
The Thursday, Feb. 23, edition of Crain’s New York Business magazine featured an article written by Tom Acitelli titled, “NYPD to Defy Trump on Expanded Deportation Policy.”
As I was saying, Carter G. Woodson (Dec. 19, 1875-April 3, 1950) was an African-American historian, author and journalist and the founder of the Association for the Study of African-American Life and History.
A recent finding reported that a crack in the fourth largest Antarctic Ice Shelf, known as Larson C, is breaking away at a rapid pace.
If it is February, then it must be Black History Month.