Bonni Brodnick Blog

BEAUTY: Sunset in Menemsha after Thanksgiving dinner. and the ... BEAST: Washed up on the beach. Walrus? Seal? Sea Urchin? # # #

On Saturday, December 10, I’ll be signing books at: Pound Ridge Community Church Holiday Bazaar 10 a.m.-1 p.m. (3 Pound Ridge Road) Pound Ridge Library Family Holiday Happening 1:30-2:30 p.m. (271 Westchester Avenue) Pound Ridge Past: Remembrances of Our Townsfol k is a collection of more than thirty interviews that share, first-hand, what life was like in a town that has been referred to as “God’s Country.” Along with historical and personal recollections spanning from the rural 1920s to the swinging 1970s, you’ll read about former Pound Ridgers and acting legends Tullulah Bankhead, Frank Morgan (“The Wizard of Oz” himself), Buster Crabbe, Shirley Jones, Eli Wallach, and Ann Jackson; writer Westbrook Pegler, radio sports announcer Howard Cosell, “Tom and Jerry” cartoonist Jack Zander, violinist and TV personality Florian ZaBach – just a few of the screen, radio, musical and literary celebrities daz...

M y wedding dress from 25 years ago fit me. All 31 handmade satin-covered buttons down the back were fastened ... some not easily, but we (and I say "we" because one of the reasons we have remained married for 25 years is that I learned using "we" is better than "I") did it! After going in for the kill by trying to fasten the buttons all at once, within minutes my husband said (yelped?), "I need to take a break. My fingers are numb." "Is that supposed to be funny?" I chortled (a sense of humor is also essential in a marriage.) "I just need to get the blood running back in my fingers," he said. Ha. Ha. Very funny. My husband wore his wedding day bow tie. He grabbed a tuxedo jacket from the corner of his closet (even though he wore a morning suit for our wedding), and donned a crisply starched tuxedo shirt, complete with the ebony and pearl studs, and elegant patent leather dress slipp...

A t night during the "Frankenstorm" blackout on October 31st, 2011, my husband and I sat before the blazing fireplace. With no running water or electricity, we depended on hurricane lanterns to light the way from the living room to the kitchen. We had our own flashlights for reading and I discovered that wearing a pocket flashlight dangling from my ear was a handy fashion accessory.  We drank wine, ate chocolate and, from a cranky transistor radio, listened to the repetition of the news on 880. Every hour on the 8’s, we got traffic and weather. Over and over again. And with this unexpected, unseasonal blizzard, it was as if we needed to hear the weather report more than once since it was unbelievable that only days before Halloween we were getting 16-inches of snow, howling winds, falling trees and snapped telephone poles. Though we felt cold, wind-lashed and weary, we weren't alone. More than three million people in the Northeast, and 400,000 across New Yor...

My husband and I are about to celebrate our 25th wedding anniversary on November 9th. Here's the thing ... close friends are hosting a Sunday afternoon champagne gathering in our honor and the dress code is: "Wear your wedding dress." Mine has been dry cleaned, swathed in tissue paper and practically vacuum packed since November 10, 1986. I went up to the attic to carefully remove it from the box, unbuttoned the 31 buttons down the back, took a (very) deep breath and slipped it on. Dang. It almost/almost fits. Bearing two children and putting on 10 lbs. since my wedding day has made my trunk more matronly. If I could just fasten the last 10 buttons, but they hit right above the hips that once housed two babies. Should I tie a satin scarf around my midriff to cover the gap in the back? Or invert a white satin blouse and tie the arms in a bow? I think I will embrace that I can even get the wedding dress on , and be thankful for my life: 25 years of marri...