On our way north last week, we stopped in Brooklyn to visit our daughters. Friday morning we were sitting outside a coffee shop when we noticed passers-by looking up. We concluded there was construction above. Soon after, pieces of plaster began falling onto the sidewalk, and onto us.
A woman beside us grew agitated and complained to the foreman. “Rocks are falling on my head,” she said angrily.
“Don’t worry,” he said, “they’re small.”
There has to be a lesson here. I leave it to you to decipher.
A scene from these northern parts, Barbie sur l’herbe:
I am both grateful and over the moon that Three Muses received a starred review from Kirkus, reviewer for the industry.
I hope you are enjoying a healthy and joyous summer.
Love, Martha
P.S. ICYMI, here is my most recent newsletter.