BY NICOLE HOLLANDER I’m in line for the Claes Oldenburg Mouse Museum and two old girls are wondering out loud whether the exhibit is worth waiting for…a perfect opening for me. I live to interfere. I describe the delights I believe await them. They dither and speak in a particularly New York Jewish way that … Continue reading
BY NICOLE HOLLANDER My living room. My friend sits in the living room with a dreamy expression on her face. “I would like you to go away and I will sit alone in your living room and look at things.” I am afraid if I go away, she will be unable to help herself from … Continue reading
BY NICOLE HOLLANDER See the pyramids along the Nile, Watch the sunrise from a tropic isle Just remember, darlin’, all the while You belong to me… Honey, you don’t have to worry about me. An old lover of mine used to joke “I could spin you around 3 blocks from home and you’d have no … Continue reading
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