Mary I AmbroseSometimes I Want To Smack People Who Live in HousesBecause I know the difference between a white and red wine glass and I’m acquainted with fish forks and knives, most people think I live in…Apr 4, 2016Apr 4, 2016
Mary I AmbroseSometimes a refugee is that nice woman sitting next to youI scored a rush seat to a great production of a fabulous Wagner opera. As I exited the subway that evening, I saw her. She was about 5 feet…Feb 29, 2016Feb 29, 2016
Mary I AmbroseCredibility = consistency? That’s a very tight box.I know a bright thoughtful young guy who recently finished his post-graduate degree in international politics and is looking for work. He…Feb 16, 2016Feb 16, 2016
Mary I AmbroseWho’s judging how you ride your bike? Me, among others.Riding a bike is a mode of transport for me. It’s not something I’m proud of. (“You biked here? Well done!” I’m tempted to reply “You…Jan 29, 2016Jan 29, 2016
Mary I AmbroseI like old people — and it has nothing to do with wisdomWhy don’t people want to befriend people a lot older than themselves? Every kid in school wants to. Suddenly as adults we’re supposed to be…Jan 20, 2016Jan 20, 2016
Mary I AmbroseI love looking at paintings, but they don’t always console meIf I am ever overwhelmed, frightened or just terribly sad, the fastest, surest way for me to get back on my feet is to look at beautiful…Jan 8, 2016Jan 8, 2016
Mary I AmbroseWhat’s with the straws and the cardboard cups?When did we all turn into 6 years old at a birthday party, unable to use real cups? Is it the handle on real cups? Have people forgotten…Dec 30, 20151Dec 30, 20151
Mary I AmbroseParents talking about childrenWhy do parents want to talk about their children with people who have no parallel experience? I don’t have children but I ask about…Dec 28, 2015Dec 28, 2015
