6 Things To Do between Christmas and New Year’s Day.

imagesI am a-sniffling but have managed to get myself to work. Alas, for me, that is one of the six things for me to do before New Year’s Eve. As I rush to work through the throngs of tourists, I often wonder what it’s like to be a tourist at this time of the year in this city. I love New York and it’s especially nice at the end of the year. So, I don’t think I would be a regular tourist but would enjoy the city the way natives do. Like, what if I…

6.  Avoided visiting Times Square since I work near it.  Maybe opting for a place like the New York Aquarium since not too many people are visiting Coney this time of the year.  Let’s see if this happens.

5.  Read a book.  (I just finished Iphegenia in Forest Hills).

4. Wrote a list of gifts I’d like to buy myself and then actually buy it…hmm, iPad mini.

3.  Tried to see one more show or concert before the end of the year (will be done and done! Hollow at The Players on Saturday and we saw TranSiberian Orchestra at Nassau Colliseum a week ago).

2.  I don’t fret about work and think about how fortunate I am to have something to do from 9-5.

1. Think about my New Year resolutions in Times Square.  I am sure to be inspired.

Happy New Year!!!

Self-Regeneration & Rebirth: Sandy Hook

I have so many feelings about the unfortunate tragedy of Friday.


It’s taken days of reflection and thought about how and why these failures manifest.  Failure on behalf of the beautiful victims and failure on behalf on a clearly, very sick individual.

So much has been said through the media and social networks. I don’t know if that has necessarily been a positive aspect of disseminating information. The prayers and thoughts are always nice to read. It’s the aggressive and sometimes ill-conceived blurts that bother me.  We do have freedom of speech as protected by the first amendment. However, the 24 hour news cycle that exists doesn’t allow for articulate thoughts and statements.  Since there is so much time to fill, we are subjected to excessive thoughts that haven’t been carefully crafted or thought through.  I remember having to clearly and succinctly prepare my reports, theses, and speeches in school so I could get an A. If I half-assed it, my grade would suffer.  If I was still a teacher, most of the comments I have heard and read would receive a D.

We also have a way of putting everything on a pedestal. We love a rating. “This is a 5 star Michelin restaurant!”, “This is the top grossing movie…ever.” “This is the second worse school tragedy since Columbine.” And? Some things don’t need a rating. In the same breath, I don’t believe you can equally reward excellence and mediocrity. Maybe, just maybe, we don’t have to televise everything. Some don’t deserve notoriety or fame.  Repeating a negative gives it power and sometimes not  in a good or productive way.

My last thought on this is that we need to stop stigmatizing mental health and impliment it early in life. Some people (the young, the tween, the teen, the adult, the middle-ager, the elderly) get depressed. They don’t feel like they can talk to anybody. Remember that feeling? If we address it while these children are young, we may solve some of these issues. Some kids have a mean streak and are either outwardly angry (bullies) or inwardly angry (loners).

And as I step off my soapbox, I absolutely believe the second amendment should be amended. If only we carried muskets now but we don’t. Because it is 2012, people.

Check out these sites if you are interested in being a part of the solution or are still coping:

Lady Gaga’s Born This Way Foundation

Dr. Karen M. Wyatt on Huffington Post

The Robin Hood Foundation

Simply Simplying


The last couple of weeks have me thinking about how I need to simplify happened on it’s own…much to my confusion as I wasn’t actively trying to do that. However, I am now able to look back and see how much the confusion, the conclusion and the culmination has been a blessing in disguise.and declutter. Most of it has

They materialized in the following ways:

  • A relationship ended and a new one began;
  • My projects ended and new ones are on the horizon;
  • A personal goal/dream came true and a new one presented itself; and
  • An old fear was faced and a new one will be conquered.

They physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually manifested at the same time. It has been this strange feeling of nausea and relief, confusion and clarity, extreme sadness and rage with true joy and gratitude.  I was finally able to ride the crest  and sit on the shore.  Once I was able to sit and listen to what I was being told (friends, the universe, myself), I finally let go.  I am simplifying.  I followed my gut and made decisions. I cleaned my kitchen. I mailed my Christmas cards. I caught up with friends. These actions keep me in the present. And it’s the holidays and I love presents.

Happy Holidays!

If you are in the NYC area, I am reading my poem, Catamarans, as part of the launch of Newtown Literary Magazine. Details are below. Hope you can make it 🙂




Malini Goes on a Solo Retreat

Last week I went away for a couple of days by myself to a place I had never visited. I have friends that do this regularly and honestly, I am in awe of them. Or rather I was in awe of them. The retreat proved to be more than just rest but a time of reflection.

It’s interesting how time goes by and if we don’t stop for a minute, we miss it. My favorite line from Ferris Bueller (“Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”) and so true.  I realized that I had some unresolved issues that bubbled over my cauldron.  Some were painful, some were exciting. I was able to compartmentalize them and deal with them one at a time.

I also got to see how beautiful our state is in the fall. The weather was perfect. Not too hot, not too cold.  The leaves were brown, red and gold. So pretty.

I also realized that as much as I love to travel, I also love to come home.  There’s nothing like driving from upstate to the city. I specifically love that transition from country to city.  The sky shift from magical blue to city blue, the forests fade and the buildings materialize, and the loud hum of the city becomes the new score to my destination.

All I know is that I will be doing this more often. I think the next destination will be Montauk. I have never been there and I love the beach.