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                                                                                                  Graphic Design: Gina Federico                                                                                                  Photograph: Fran Collin On Saturday, I met a cherished friend for breakfast at Kitchen Table , a small farm-to-table caf é  in  Pound Ridge, N.Y. I felt like the Queen of Maharashtra with so many friends coming up to the table to say hello. Between chats and ...

So I was driving through Scotts Corners after a yoga class and, suddenly, I felt like someone was checking whether my hands were on the wheel at 2 and 10 o'clock. I looked in my left mirror and saw nothing but trees whizzing by. Then, when I looked right, I saw three big rabbits staring at me ... rather beckoning me ... to come hither and check out those crazy lapins in the new exhibit at The Lionheart Gallery. Though it was seven o'clock on a beautiful early-spring evening and the gallery was closed, I had no choice but to stop. And knock ... hoping my friend and gallery director Susan Grissom would be there to let me in and see, up close, these rabbits with serious 'tude. Susan let me into the studio to sniff around. There they were ... the rabbits. May I introduce Aladdin Sane, China Girl, Blackstar, Blue Jean, Major Tom, Ziggy, Rocket Man, The Thin White Duke, Hercules, Nelson, and Zephyr.  Their portraits are edgy, sensational and seductive. Their huge heads ...

                                                                                                                                                                          Photo: Fran Collin M ary Moat, longtime grande dame of Pound Ridge, passed away at the age of 105. She was a gentle woman who graced the town with her dignified manner, patience, sincerity, humility and strong sense-of-self. I remain humbled to have had the opportunity to spend time with Mary and interview her for my book, POUND RIDGE PAST.  She spoke about moving to town as a you...

While walking past a soft ice cream joint on Columbus Avenue in NYC, the poster above caught my eye. Does anyone else see anything fundamentally wrong with the script font? The open curve on the top right loop of the "w" looks like an "e." "Be Bowel'd?" No. Thank you.

Many of my friends' kids have received their letters of acceptance to college. Thus begins new chapters for all.  The early days of being an empty nester can be emotional as one tries to embrace, "Where did the time go?" Give it some time though. I promise you'll eventually get into the swing of it.  Here was my Monday night: Go to the gym. Come home, grab a quick bite, go to an incredible yoga meditation class given by my good pal, Ollie. Come home at about 9:30 p.m, make some scrambled eggs and toast, pour a glass of white, and watch "Billions." (This is generally NOT a Monday evening I could have done with the children home.) It's all about me now. Me! Me! Me! ( Just kidding, Andrew ... Oh, hi. When did you get home?? ) ADDENDUM: Here was my Tuesday night: 6:00 p.m. - Leave the office and go shopping at The Container Store. Get stuff to change my closets from winter to spring/summer. (And BTW, the Ziploc sto...

If you are one of the many who received a weird email from me, don't open it. Apparently I got hacked from someone in Illinois. Wrote one friend in Mexico: "I was wondering why in sam-hell you were sending me an advertisement for a barcalounger. Then, I put it together. You were hacked."

At the gym today I saw a woman working out on the elliptical wearing a black North Face down-parka. (Am I missing something?)  Her athletic wear brings a whole new meaning to "looking hot at the gym." #workingout #gymrat #gettinghot #let'ssweatALOT  #isithotinhereorisitme #theimportanceofhydration #stunningathleticfeats

Only in Westchester ... A 3-year-old wearing a pink tutu bathing suit was walking with her mother out of the locker room at my gym.  "C'mon, Peanut," says the mom as she reaches out her hand. "I'm not  a peanut," responds the little girl adamantly. "I'm a princess ."

On an early walk this morning, I noticed an unusual lighting. There was a yellow cast and I know from the past that this is an indication of a forthcoming hurricane. It appeared that birds, too, sensed a storm approaching because the forest was silent. The change in air pressure alerts creatures of the impending weather. Many think because birds have hollow bones that they have this sixth sense. Rather, they use their ears, which are acutely, pressure-sensitive organs. You are probably wondering, "What is more dangerous? A hurricane or a tornado?" They are both powerful forces of nature, but hurricanes are bigger and can do more damage. With that in your mind, if you come back and look at the photo above -- and fast-forward post-hurricane -- you will likely notice that the fallen log (on the bottom right of the photo) has been blown onto the top left ledge of the rock. The leaves, too, may have cleared from the high velocity of the wind. According to Prof. Jonah McPhooe...