Tag Archives: Life

Pain as your partner

“It’s definitely rheumatoid arthritis,” the doctor said. “Go to the nurses’ station. Your nurse will explain the medication, the tests, and all the other details.”

The world was getting on with its business outside. My world had just stopped. This was not good news. Continue reading

Falling apart; Jared and I

To be honest, the only thing Jared – yes, I mean Ivanka’s Jared – and I have in common is real estate. Deals and buildings are falling apart around us.

Jared has had his well-publicised problems with 666 Fifth Avenue, or Continue reading

The blessings of being ordinary

Good art inspires; it makes you see things differently. I just saw a Frida Kahlo exhibition, and was struck not only by her art, which was inspiring in itself, but by her life story too.

Frida Kahlo was bedridden with polio for nine months when she was six, and limped ever after. As if that was not enough, she barely survived a serious traffic accident in 1925, when she was only eighteen. She had thirty-five operations before she could leave the hospital. She was in pain from that day on. Continue reading