What I learned from the Financial Crises

1. I will take some responsibility for this situation.

2. I will not give my money to strangers to manage.

3. I will control my own money

4. Money managers are not smarter than me.

5. People with money are not better than me.

6. I will not donate to charities unless they give back.

7. I do not need a new car every two years.

8. A bigger house will not make my family love me.

9. A home is not an investment. It is a home.

10. I will pay off my home before I buy anything.

11. I will tend my own garden.

Happy THANKSGIVING

Happy thanksgiving to all my readers and friends. I have a lot to be thankful this year and although I cooked my turkey last week I got caught up in the buzz around town and had to buy another.

The Shady Brooke Turkey's at the Morton Williams on 84th and first were on my mind and I headed there around 7:00 tonight. Unfortunately where I got there the unthinkable happened. There were no Shady Brooke Turkey's left only the really expensive ones and since I'm on a budget I wasn't about to pop for a sixty- dollar turkey.

As I wheeled my red cart up the turkey isle, I noticed that a woman was hugging a Shady Brooke in hand. She had stopped her race to the counter and was asking someone how these turkey's were.

I said nothing. I wanted that last bird and I wasn't about to blow it for myself. Shady Brooke was good... damn good I tested them last week. I watched her as she discussed the differences with a guy who had a Butterball in his cart. I tried to appear uninterested as I perused the steak my back turned but my Spock ears focused like radar to the conversation.

Finally the lady looked at the Butterball and put the Shady Brooke back in the meat department. Finally, the bird was mine. all mine. and I grabbed that twenty-five pounder and pitched it into my cart. I had landed the last Shady Brooke in the store! God was good.
By the time I checked out there were about five turkey's left. Had Manhattan gone turkey loco? Was everyone on the island cooking a bird? How could a store run out of turkeys? Yet this had come to pass.

P.S. For those of you who are last minute shoppers, it's going to be hard to find a bird tomorrow so be forewarned.

Happy TURKEY DAY!

I just want to wish all my friends a Happy Thanksgiving. I've got a lot to be thankful for this year. I will be publishing my first book and I'm much loved by my mom and dad. (see dad in pic)

Although I've never met a Turkey my mom bought a Shady Brooke Turkey from the Morton Williams on 84th and first. Last week she cooked one just to taste test and it was delicious. Turkey day is one of my favorites. I get all kinds of tasty turkey snacks and my little belly goes YUM, YUM..........It's doggy heaven on Turkey day.

Where to buy your Turkey Pan

The overly priced days of the Turkey Pan on the Upper East Side are over. It kills me to spend five bucks on a pan I know is only worth a dollar and I have found a solution.

On 84th and York Avenue there is a fruit and vegetable stand at "U Don't Know Nothing Produce". Walk to the back of the store, look up and you will see sturdy Turkey Pans available at a great price.

I bought the round one and cooked my turkey a couple of days ago. I just can't take the pressure to cook one on Thanksgiving. Now I'm free to spend the day giving thanks not cooking like a madwoman.

I can't tell you where but......

I can tell you that when you're in the know in the artistic community in NYC you get invited to very private parties at lofts in the city. What takes place?

Well, if you've ever been to a club like the Blue Note then you know the quality of musicians that exist. These musicians need an audience to test new material, hear personal composition and share a chat, cheese and wine and good cheer. That's where I come in. I can't tell where but I can tell you who.

The musician I was privileged to listen to was the bassoonist Michael Rabinowitz, with Nikki Denner on piano and Denner's husband who played an awesome flute. From Mozart, to Monk to private compositions and good old fashioned improv, I couldn't have been in better company. If you get a chance to see them play I advise you do so.

How to get RID of a Bill Collector

The rope around our necks these days are credit reports, and scores. This is simply a set of numbers that label us worthy of buying stuff we can't afford. I have found that collection companies use this power to scare, intimidate and threaten us lowly consumers.

How do you get around this? Well, I have been an artist for many years so getting credit, securing credit or even wanting credit has never factored in my mindset.

The trick here is NOT to get intimated. A credit score cannot define you as a human being, so DON'T let it. I'll give you an example of a phone call I got from a collection agency the other day...it went like this.

MR .B: Ms. Hall, this is Mr. Branson with blah blah,blah.. and you owe us twelve hundred dollars, how would you like to settle that? I can take your checking account right over the phone.
ME: Well, Mr. Branson, I'm not paying for something I didn't receive.

MR. B: Ms. Hall the good news is that your credit score hasn't been affected.

ME: Really Mr. Branson, that's the best news I heard all day.

MR. B: Ms. Hall we can take your checking account over the phone.

ME: I don't have one. (NEVER GIVE YOUR CHECKING ACCOUNT OVER THE PHONE)

MR. B: Ms. Hall the good news is that your credit score hasn't been affected.

ME: Well, Mr. Branson, you better get started my credit score needs to be affected.

ME: Hello? Mr. Branson? Hello?

This is the first time a bill collector ever hung up on me. The key? Don't let them get to you with this credit report thing. Chances are the worse the economy gets the government will decide to give us all a second chance and clear our credit scores down to ZERO. Then we can all start again.

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RUN Don't WALK!!!! to Gristedes on 86th and FIRST

Run, don't walk to the Gristedes on 86th and first avenue and pick up the best coffee cake you'll ever have- for the holiday season only!!!

The most wonderful delicious, homemade, no preservatives, no artificial flavors MY GRANDMA'S of New England Coffee Cake has arrived. Not only with it blow your mind but it's a perfect gift, in a sturdy box, and comes in its' own freezer bag. With flavours, like Granny Smith Apple, Cinnamon Walnut, Cape Cod Cranberry , Chocolate Chip Walnut, and Golden Raspberry you can't go wrong for yourself or your friends on this holiday season.

This cake was served as a favorite at NYC's Tea Room at the Plaza, the Ryder cup and the U.S Tennis Open. Known as the "rage of the east coast" I promise this cake will live up to all the buzz. Thank me later.

If there is none left... call to order 1-800-847 2636 or visit www.mygrandma.com

The MOST Beautiful Tree

The most beautiful tree stands in front of me

On 83rd and York on an unassuming street,

Where I buried one fish and a bird.

This tree, this beautiful tree, did God make this?

Did God make this just for me?

To see?

I'm Ranting about Heels Again.

When I was in college I took a class on semiology. Semiology is the study of signs and symbols in society and culture. For example when a writer writes. "A woman in a red dress stood on the sidewalk". The study of signs and symbols isolates the image of the red dress and asks what does a red dress mean to the culture in which it exists? In this case in our culture red dresses are associated with women of the evening, they infer sexy and sex and a woman who is looking for the same.

Recently, I asked myself what is the semiology of high heels? Well, besides shrinking the Achilles tendon, pushing the hips forward so the back is forced to arch unnaturally, and cause excruciating pain when worn at work, what do high heels mean?

According to "Sex in the City" high heels are sexy which was celebrated by the photographer Helmut Newton in the seventies. So assuming that high heels are a sign to men that the woman wearing them wants sex what else do they inter.

Well a woman who is wearing high heels cannot run from a pursuing male. And even if she does run she is likely to trip and fall or hurt herself. Therefore a woman is high heels immobilizes herself and becomes easy prey for a male pursuer. She cannot run from a man. She has rendered herself helpless of her own free will. She is powerless, she has become an easy target to be victimized.

Ladies... I ask you, "Is this image what you want your husbands and sons find sexy?"

Lost My Friend Sally

Yesterday I woke up and discovered that my friend Sally had had a stroke. Her eyes were moving from right to left erratically and her back legs were useless. Sally, was thirteen years old. I got her from the Animal Control center on 110th and first avenue in Manhattan when she was around eight years old. She'd been abandoned by a family due to "allergies" (yeah right)! and during her stay at the pound had starved herself into a bag of bones. I remember that I could count every vertebrae on her back. She was starved and depressed and her eyes had a blank look. Sally had lost her will to live.

Over a couple of months my husband and I nursed her back to health only to find she was a wild untrained child that we had to train to walk on a leash. Slowly, Sally worked her way into our hearts, she got along with her little brother Henry and the three cats like she'd always been part of the family.

She also had a talent for opening the refrigerator and helping herself. I often came home to an open fridge and no food. There was Sally squiggling on her back, "I know I did wrong, don't punish me", and I never could. I learned not to leave cold cuts on the lower shelves and to hide the cheese. I didn't care about that... Sally was the first creature that made me feel safe. Sally was a guard dog with a big heart.

The morning Sally had her stroke I called a local vet to ask what it would cost me to put my best friend down. They said they'd call me back and did so after and hour. Can you imagine they made me wait for an hour?

The girl on the phone told me it would be three hundred and fifty five dollars. I knew these NYC vets were extreme but this was ridiculous. She then called me back a half hour later and announced that she got the price wrong it was five-hundred and fifty five dollars due to Sally's size. I hung up the phone, satisfied that all the vet nightmare stories I'd heard from friend were true. They were going to hit me while I was down but I had other plans. I called the ASPCA and for a third the price I was able to take Sally by pet taxi over to the facility. It was a wonderful experience, the nurses patted and talked to Sally and she wagged her tail. Sally. was ready to go and I got the sense that she understood. Her body hadn't been cooperating for a while and although she 'd hang on to the death if I asked her too... I didn't have the heart to ask.

I love you Sally , my guardian friend. May god bless you may your spirit burn bright. Thank you my dog dog thank you.

My first Time at the Christian Science Church

Last night I attended a meeting at the Christian Science Church on 77th and Park Avenue, actually called the Eighth Church of Christ, Scientist, NYC

I was wary, suspicious. Who were these people? What were they about? But, since I was invited by a woman who I trusted I took the plunge. The building was incredibly done in a simple art deco narrative. Well, lit, welcoming and modern it was a a big difference from the style of my church the Church of the Epiphany on 74th and York avenue.

The altar was not an altar at all but the most beautiful organ I'd even seen. I must admit that the decor matched the quality of the speech which was given by a man named Michael Pabst. He explained that God made us all as originals and made no mistakes so we had to find ways celebrate our own individual and unique state of being. I'm giving you only a sample of what was said but this "truth" struck me and made me feel less like an oddball and more like a gift from god.

It was a good night for me.

Marathon Sunday in NYC

No only was the weather awesome for a run today but my husband and I decided to go to China Town to our favorite restaurant, pick up some shrimp from the seafood market on Canal street, and some of the mushroom soy sauce which I have come to love. It was not until I shopped at a grocery store in Chinatown that I realized that there were hundreds of kinds of soy sauces all different flavours. On the upper east side the grocery stores only carry Kikoman and La Choy. A world of soy sauces has opened up to me and I'm having a ball exploring this.


I am also intending to hit the Old Navy store, having seen their T.V. commercials that stated they had turtlenecks at a price of two for ten dollars just for the weekend. I desperately needed some turtle necks and I love a bargain so I made the plunge.

The plan was to walk to the subway of 86th and Lex, take the six down to Spring street walk down Broadway, hit Old Navy, and then walk up Canal to Chinatown.

As soon as we got to first avenue however the streets were closed and the runners were running.
Congratulations to all who ran this great race, I wish I had the guts but I'm getting older and I scared to hurt my knees. So we stood and cheered them on.
This was about 26 miles along on the race and I actually saw a girl who was a spectator take off her jacket revealing full runners gear, jump over the barries and join the race. Running with her arms up like she'd been running all along.
Big fat cheater, whoever you are!!!!!! I saw you!!!!

After about an hour the runners thinned out and we crossed the street to make our way up to the six train and took it down to Spring Street.

We got off we headed toward Broadway and to the Old Navy, I was terribly jazzed about those turtle necks. They looked warm and modern on the commercials and who could say no to such a deal. Two for ten dollars. Right up my alley.

As I entered the enormous store I looked right and left- no turtle necks. I made my way down the aisle to the back dragging my husband in tow. My eyes scanned the heaps of clothes...no turtle necks. Finally I found a supervisor. I explained that I was looking for the turtle necks that were on sale, two for ten dollars and advertised on the T.V. commercial. She looked at me thoughtfully. "No", she said. "Nothing like that here".

"But", I began. "Did you see the commercials?"
"Yes, I did", she admitted, "but here not here".

"Thanks" I said and walked away. I was sideswiped. I was fooled, I was a victim of false advertising. And I was hungry, really hungry. Too hungry to fight. Old Navy was lucky this time.

We walked up Canal to our favorite Chinese restaurant.
If you like dim sum this is the place and if you like football, they have a flat screen TV, so ladies it's easy to get your man to take you there on a Sunday afternoon. It's called Mandarin Court on 61 Mott street.

That's my husband watching football after eating a roast duck and sharing a little dim sum with me. He cooks the best shrimp so were going to pick up some at the local fish market where you will find the best seafood at the best priced in Manhattan.

After that I'm going to get my mushroom soy sauce, some hot chili pepper and some sesame oil.

Then were headed home to feed the dogs and cats and settle in for the night.

Am I blessed or what?