It’s 2016 and I have happily arrived at sixty six years of age with the many stories of a lifetime and lots of baggage.
So begins the journey of my blog, linking my distant past through my middle age to the present me.
I am prepared to share with you what brought me to this particular present and the details of what that present looks like.
We will travel from West 83rd Street in Manhattan to Long Island, NY, to Forest Hills, Queens. Sometimes the links will be quite obvious. At other times clarity will not be easily achieved; there is a path and we will make this trip together.
“Leaving West 83rd Street” will be filled with stories in the form of essays, some very short, some relatively short; some for you to read for your pleasure, and some for you to read and perhaps think upon.
Here at the beginning allow me to provide you with some basic facts :
I have lived in 8 decades, from the end of the 40’s through to the present. I was taken home from the hospital to 222 West 83rd Street and didn’t leave West 83rd Street for any significant amount of time until just after my 29th
- I went to public schools through my master’s degree. I have an older sister. Dad died just before my 21st birthday and mom when I was 44.
- I married in 1978 and divorced 29 years later. I have three remarkable children and, so far, two amazing grandchildren.
- I have worked in drug programs and multiple psychiatric hospitals. I had the most fun when I was public affairs director at a now closed hospital in Suffolk County, NY
Some of what you will read here has been published elsewhere; it’s all my work, my story, my becoming.
Please join the journey and feel free to comment.