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Originally appeared in Medium/"Illumination" Frank Lloyd Wright’s “Fallingwater” as a Gingerbread House on Steroids By Bonni Brodnick Photo by Melodie Dearden Gingerbread houses never looked this good. Forget using M&M’s, mini marshmallows, and gumdrops for the roof; Skittles for the window frames, and candy canes for the shutters. So  meh . Culinary artist Melodie Dearden and her friend Brenton, an architect. knocked it out of the park with their re-creation of Frank Lloyd Wright’s “ Fallingwater .” Photo by  Yuhan Du  on  Unsplash “Brenton did an amazing job of putting plans together for each piece,” says Melodie. The “Gingerbread House Festival” event was in Orem, Utah. “Each piece had a number. We would cut out the pattern in paper, then cut it in the gingerbread, then bake it. We had to keep everything labeled and sorted because there were so many pieces!’ Melodie and Brent worked from the bottom up. Bake a layer, then add in supports and surrounding mountai...

 I was invited to the N2N holiday luncheon at Conant Hall and there were 4 stars from POUND RIDGE PAST!!  [L to R:] Santa (aka David Goldberg from the Rec Department), Joan Volland Frenette ("It's a Bounton-full Life," p. 64), Me, EBie Wood ("Into the Woods," p. 74), Joan Goldberg (great quote, p. 25) and Lisl Steiner-Monchek ("The Horsefly in Pound Ridge," p. 170). "Pound Ridge Past: Remembrances of Our Townsfolk" is a great gift for the holidays, birthdays, a house-warming gift, someone moving out of town, or anyone interested in what makes Pound Ridge so unique. The book spans from the rural 1920s to the swinging 1970s and reveals what life was like in this unique town that is often referred to as "God's Country." For more info, please contact me at bonnibrodnick@gmail.com.

As featured in Medium / The Age of Empathy When You Overhear Something You Wish You Didn’t Hear Eavesdropping at the hair salon By Bonni Brodnick Photo:  Vittorio Reggianini Eavesdropping It was an ordinary Saturday at the hair salon. Sounds of scissors snipping and the scent of shampoos and hair sprays filled the air. The overhead track lighting cast downward shadows,  making my nose look huge and the circles around my eyes dark.  A new -do would make life a little brighter. A salon assistant asked, “Would you like a cup of coffee, Ayurveda tea, or a glass of water?” “Water, please. That would be lovely.” To be adventurous, I recently asked for Ayurveda tea. It tasted like drinking a cup of melted butter. (Nauseating.) I had just come from the testosterone-loaded Mavis Tire to have my wheels rotated and found comfort in the female babble now surrounding me at the hair salon. Until the woman in the next swivel chair started yakking about vaginas and vulvas. Like no one el...