Tags - Life
Shelley Simpson
Apr03
To Everything There is a Season ...
Posted By : Shelley Simpson

As kids we learned about four seasons: Summer, Fall, Winter and Spring. We even had a TV character named Princess Summerfall Winterspring    Seasons are how we mark time. Ecclesiastes made note of seasons - The Byrds memorialized seasons in song. The seasons offer some degree of certainty – predictable cycles.   Over time we seem to have acquired  

Shelley Simpson
Mar06
Running Narrative
Posted By : Shelley Simpson

Running has been part of my personal narrative for decades.  Years ago it was 30 minutes on the “dreadmill” enduring boredom to build strength and endurance.   When I moved to NYC, running became a way to get outside in nature, challenging myself to run all year irrespective of the weather. Never boring - always a source of satisfaction.    I now g

Shelley Simpson
Jan10
In a rut ...
Posted By : Shelley Simpson

U-Hauls, national van lines, flat rate, even a "man with a van" – I’ve used them all for my over 20 moves across 3 states and the District of Columbia. The “to do “ lists have been pretty much the same, although each move had its unique challenges.    My recent move wash by far the smoothest of all thanks in large part to technology – pretty much e

Shelley Simpson
Oct18
Say what?
Posted By : Shelley Simpson

I have been a member of a study group for several years. Recently,  we decided to engage in a year-long project focused on how we listen and hear others.    As part of the “homework” we each keep a journal - every day writing down something we learned from someone else. I’ve taking that a step further and will make what I learn the subject of my Fa

Shelley Simpson
Sep20
Casting off ...
Posted By : Shelley Simpson

Similar to the tradition of making a resolution at the secular New Year, in many Jewish communities as we move into our new year, people gather at a moving body of water and symbolically cast away things we do not want to continue carrying with us.    I love this tradition - not because I believe that somehow the trials and tribulations of the past

Corey Bearak
Sep10
Return of the tailgate
Posted By : Corey Bearak

I know football started and I enjoyed a robust discussion at the Gotham Golf Outing's cocktail party with Paul Napolitano concerning tomorrow eve's game I apparently will not be able to view via "conventional" means.  But the tailgating Shelly and I enjoyed in the Met Life Parking lot on September 3 preceded no football contest; instead we gathered

Shelley Simpson
Aug23
Get Tooz
Posted By : Shelley Simpson

  Every morning I wake up to my cat, JuniperBerry, meowing. She needs to be fed.    I get up, get dressed, and get down to business. Money supports the lifestyle!    Not exactly a life of drudgery – I love the cat and am grateful to have a business that I find incredibly fulfilling.     But seriously, getting up at 4:30 to feed the beast! Running a

Shelley Simpson
Mar01
More or less...
Posted By : Shelley Simpson

Last week I read an article about ten foods that we might not be able to find in the grocery stores this year including pet food, lettuce, champagne and corn.    Shortly thereafter I spoke with someone who was bemoaning things she found difficult to continue doing because of her financial situation. Often I hear people complain about things they ca

Corey Bearak
Jun19
In Tune for Father's Day
Posted By : Corey Bearak

Everyone knows I like to take in a good show. Last’s week commentary certainly made that point. So what better way for this commentator to celebrate this day with family than at a concert. So following an amazing concert – Sir Paul McCartney at MetLife Stadium Thursday night (Did you know the Boss joined in for two songs? – see the set list), my wi

Cayce Crown
May25
Too Short
Posted By : Cayce Crown

I heard this week of a great loss. No well known celebrity this man, but loved by many many people. I had only met him once, but knew then of his light and joy and brains and loves. I am moved too because I love those who loved him. We miss you, Edward. Death Before us great Death stands Our fate held close within his quiet hands. When with proud