Split, The Twenty-Third Week of the Second Year in the New Abnormal
Jun 10, 2023 by Janet Zinn
It was a mere coincidence that we happen to be in Split, Croatia the same day the New York Times travel section featured 36 hours in Split. It’s about the same amount of time we’ll be in Split, which is a beautiful port city on the coast of the Adriatic Sea.
A Good Morning, Week Thirty-Three in the New Abnormal
Aug 13, 2022 by Janet Zinn
My short bob is all over the place. I remember a time my mother would claim, “We have to tame your hair.” I still hear you, Mom, but I am wearing it untamed today. Maybe it’s the weather, maybe it was a deeply satisfying morning, but I’m feeling a bit untamed myself. Today is one of three City Streets in which Park Avenue is open to cyclists, runners and pedestrians. I took out my low bicycle and headed west to Park Avenue at 6:45 for a 7 a.m. start. I trudged up a small hill, understanding this was the only practice I’d get before riding on the northern hills of Park Avenue.
Awards, Week Thirteen in the New Transition
Mar 27, 2022 by Janet Zinn
Though award shows don’t hold the same cache as they did in my childhood, this weekend is the Academy Awards. Fraught with politics and self-promotion, the awards have lost some of their shimmer. Yet, while growing up I wrote and rewrote my acceptance speeches. It was my fantasy of ultimate success. If I felt insignificant or hurt, my bright future would prove to the world I was somebody. My bullies would see I was special. That was my secret revenge.
Something for Nothing
Oct 18, 2015 by Janet Zinn
I am easily seduced. Obtaining a bargain, or being given the possibility to win something is an easy hook. But now, after years of winning nothing of substance, I am on email lists for any number of companies who want my business. Most of the emails get deleted without a second glance. On the one hand, I have a Pollyanna view of life, hopeful that things will turn out. On the other hand, I’m a sucker. I want something for nothing. And the something I get is an overabundance of emails luring me to go on vacations, acquire luxury products, or donate to another crowd-funding start-up.
This is nothing new. My father has always loved a good deal. He chose his...