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Terms of Annoyment

April 13, 2017

It seems like there are words and phrases that somehow come into vogue, and roll off people’s tongues so easily, that they become completely, totally and inequivicably overused. It’s getting to the point where I literally ( there’s one of them from a few years back that is still in frequent over-use) cringe, when I hear them. Do you have a list that sends you over the edge? I’ll share mine, if you share yours too…

Adulting: A term someone dreamt up for millenials, to define those times when they actually act like adults. Whether it describes pulling on your big girl pants at work and self advocating, or just sorting the laundry before tossing it in the machine, this one is popping up everywhere. Apparently, this shirt with a crooked closure is very appropriate adulting-wear.

via The End Brooklyn

via Fashionista

Fake News: This one is trickier. It could indeed mean fake news, as in made up stories flooding the internet, usually about a political figure doing something unseemly to deflect from the fact that another one is in fact, doing something unseemly. It’s alternative meaning, (alternative facts is another one!) is when a politician calls a story that doesn’t flatter them “fake news,” even if it is true. Whichever meaning this takes on, I want to scream when I see it written or hear it spoken.



“Ish”: Not really or word or a phrase, this suffix is gaining on us.  Whether it is used on Bon Appetite’s newest website “Healthy-ish” to characterize food that is mostly compliant with the designations of healthful eating, or just every single lifestyle writer using it, the term “ish” is quickly becoming an overused descriptor, and is kind of annoying-ish.

via Healthy-ish

via Cupcakes and Cashmere

AF: An acronym for ” as f*#k.” What does that even mean? Everything is “as cool AF” or “as nasty AF.” Is our vocabulary so limited that we need to resort to this?

Veggies: A personal entry that has made me wince for years. If I were the Miranda Priestly of the food world, I would ban the use of this word. It’s childish, disrespects the many varieties and forms that vegetables take, and frankly, just sounds irritating. There is even a kid’s television show that has been around for a long time, in which the “Veggies” teach lessons in “Christian values.” If a cucumber teaching a tomato about morals isn’t annoying, I don’t know what is.

via Veggie Tales

What are some of the terms you find most annoying? Leave us a comment and we can add them to the list.

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International Women’s Day

March 8, 2017

“I raise up my voice-not so I can shout but so that those without a voice can be heard…we cannot succeed when half of us are held back.” –  Malala Yousafzai

“The difference between a broken community and a thriving one is the presence of women who are valued.” –   Michelle Obama

“Of all the evils for which man has made himself responsible, none is so degrading, so shocking or so brutal as his abuse of the better half of humanity; the female sex.” – Mahatma Gandhi

“I do not wish them (women) to have power over men; but over themselves.” –  Mary Wollstonecraft

Today is International Women’s Day. Please show your support to women owned businesses today and everyday, and support our quest for equality, freedom of choice, and respect. Surely, those are ideals we, as women can all rally around.

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This Is Why We Ride

March 6, 2017



Last weekend marked my eighth ride for Cycle for Survival. I have been a commited supporter, ever since the founder, Jennifer Goodman Linn encouraged me to get involved many years ago.

We met in my office at the company where she was newly employed, and making the rounds of meet and greets company executives. During her rotation with me, as we were getting to know one another, she mentioned her passion for cycling, that her hair was a wig, and that every Friday afternoon, she went for her weekly “spa treatments,” as she referred to her chemo regimen. I’m not sure of much else, but I think she had me at wig. I was impressed at how open and honest about her illness she was, and how she never let it hold her back. Jen was an inspiration to all that came in contact with her. During her long battle with a rare form of sarcoma, she never wavered in her enthusiasm for life, and helping others like herself find a cure for this deadly disease. Through that love of cycling, and immense gratitude to her doctors and staff at Memorial Sloane Kettering Cancer Center, she started a charity ride at Equinox, to raise money for her cause. Who ever would have imagined that years later, that spin class would turn into more than 31,000 people riding at Equinox locations all across the country and raising more than  $132,000,000 to date? I vowed to ride until I could no longer move my legs, or we found a cure and didn’t need to. I was committed, and passionate about the cause and that passion was contagious.

This year however, something changed. It became increasingly more difficult to fill my team roster. My team of 16 dwindled to 4. Solicating donations was tougher than prior years. As a result of all this, even the event itself left me feeling a little disconnected. The current political climate certainly affected things, and people are spread very thin right now when it comes to rallying for causes and shelling out money for support. I get that. But I think some of the longtime participants may have a little “event fatigue.” It occurred to me, after I got home and thought about it, that it was no longer about Jen. Even after she passed away, she was still a presence at the events. From sharing her 40th birthday dance video, to her parents running around in satin robes with boxing gloves, fighting cancer in their own way, to Sloane Kettering naming a research lab in her honor, Jen was always still there in spirit. But this year, she wasn’t.

Don’t get me wrong, I am thrilled to see how big this event has become, and the goal was always to raise as much money as possible. But I missed the human factor that made it so special. I started to question if it was time to let the next wave take over.  That is, until an email came into my inbox. It was from a women named Heather Von St. James, and she was celebrating her 11th year of survival from a deadly form of cancer called mesothelioma that she discovered just 3 months after giving birth to her daughter.  Today, I finally had enough time to explore her blog and read her story, and it is an uplifting one.  Given just 15 months to live, Heather traveled to Boston to undergo what was then, a groundbreaking surgical proceedure, followed by subsequent rounds of chemo and radiation therapy that would hopefully increase her chances of living another 10 years. Defying all odds, she is still healthy 11 years later, and is using her experience to spread awareness and help others fighting this disease.


She approached me to use this space to help her bring awareness to mesothelioma, and it’s treatment. Her blog tells her story in a way that I never could, outlining her struggles, her fear and her triumphant road to recovery. While I was reading, wiping away tears, it hit me. This is why we ride. Not for Jen, but for the many, many Jens out there, who fight the battle against cancer every day and win. For the Heathers, the family, friends and co-workers who get diagnosed every day and need the support and treatment that isn’t always readily available to them. We ride to find a cure, or at the very least a protocol that can extend one’s life. It’s not about any one person. It is about coming together to fight a demon that affects us all.

Unlike our political state right now, cancer does not discriminate. It doesn’t care about race, religion, gender, or sexual orientation. It doesn’t care if  you are a Democrat, or a Republican. And it needs to be stopped. When you or a loved one is diagnosed with cancer, there are no alternative facts. It is a life or death issue that we need rally around.

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Best Laid Plans

February 9, 2017


I am currently in the midst of a pink marshmallow nightmare. My fingertips have little tiny cuts on them, and all the scrubbing and soaking is not getting the chocolate out from under my fingernails. It’s Valentine’s Day, and I am happily inundated with orders for mostly heart shaped sweet treats. This morning, it took a little internal pep talk to get me up and out and ready to dive back into the task at hand. Here are a few of the tips and tricks I’m using to get through the latest holiday rush: (BTW, wasn’t the last holiday rush just a few weeks ago?)

These tips work whether you are shipping hundreds of s’mores, or planning a dinner party:


Mis en place: You’ve heard me mention this before, and although it has a little different format in this case, the concept still works. Mis en place, is a French term for “putting everything in it’s place.” For many chefs, that means having all of the washing, chopping and even some of the measuring done in advance. In this instance, that meant that I pre-ordered or puchased my ingredients ahead of time, and made all of my different doughs, (which can live nicely in the refrigerator for a few days) early in the week so that I just need to roll and bake them along the way.

Categorize: Rather than fill the orders one by one, I have been trying to make all the like items at once where possible. That means that all the fortune cookies are done, and I am finishing what I hope will be the last of the hot chocolate sticks, before starting the s’mores. Since my product is perishable, and there is a singular “due date”so it pretty much has to be done over the course of just a couple of days.

All the retail orders got shipped last week, and any orders that didn’t request waiting for Valentine’s delivery have been moving through, but it feels like for every order I shipped, 3 more grew back in it’s place. ( NOT COMPLAINING!)


Pick the most daunting task and get it done first: Right now, the hot chocolate sticks are my kryptonite. I have made a ton of them, and wiggling the chocolate out of the heart shaped cutter is slow and messy process. This morning, I am committed to getting all of the heart shaped ones finished off and packaged so I can move on to the next. Since I cut most of them last night, it’s just busy work that will feel so fulfilling once it is complete.

Make a list and check it twice. I keep going back through the orders and double checking them. I am down to the last 24 or so, but in checking them carefully last night, I realized that many of them not only had multiple items, but also multiple quantities. Because my individual elements (marshmallows, hot chocolate, dough etc. ) need to be made and allowed to set for many hours before using them, I need to make sure I am not caught short at the last minute. That means, don’t just check, but break it down. I figured out how many more marshmallows I needed across the various items, how many batches of chocolate, or dough, etc. For a dinner party, it might equate to how many onions and garlic cloves you can dice at once to be used across several dishes. Work smart.

Don’t put off for tomorrow, what you can do today. At midnight, when I finally finished up, I forced myself to replenish a couple of batches of marshmallows and some hot chocolate so it would be ready to use in the morning. I am so glad that I did. It frees up the pans for the next batches, and gives me something to work with without having to wait several hours to use them.

Give yourself the satisfaction of crossing things off that list! Somehow, crossing things off, or shipping things out and having the order leave the queue is very satisfying, and takes a little stress off as the list gets shorter.

Take mini breaks to keep productivity high. Check email, read the paper,have a snack,  or even take a 15 minute nap when you need it to keep yourself going for long periods of time. Sometimes hitting your personal reset button is all it takes to get refreshed and reinvigorated.

Promise yourself a treat when it’s over. Have something to set your sights on, even if it is as simple as sleeping in, having a glass of wine, or binging a new tv show. Give yourself something to look forward to, to keep you moving towards your goal.

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Quiet Amidst The Storm

January 25, 2017



It is no secret that we are living in challenging times. Whether you are in support of our current administration or not, it’s pretty rough out there. My social media feed has been filled with articles containing facts, opinions, and “alternate facts” since the Presidential race got underway last year. Every post is met with a long thread that evolves from agreement, to hideous accusations from “friends” and total strangers alike. And you know what? It’s debilitating.

We, as a country are so divided that we can no longer carry on a conversation, without it exploding into accusations and vitroil. I as an individual, am done. I haven’t changed my views, I haven’t crawled under a rock shielding myself from news stories, and burning issues. I have however, decided that I am going to refrain from commenting on things more controversial than eating pickles with peanut butter. (Verdict: GROSS!)

Everyday, I find myself respectfully defending my views only to be attacked. Yesterday, I found myself in a nearly 1000 comment thread about the inaugural cake. Let that sink in a moment, before I tell you that it got pretty ugly. In a time that the world is in turmoil, people took time to argue over a cake. A CAKE! I fell down that rabbit hole, and came back a little bruised from the journey.

And not commenting isn’t making it that much better. The things I take issue with continue to be there. The things others take issue with are blamed on us “liberals” and “special snowflakes.” Each individual action, is now attributed to an entire group of people, who didn’t do it, and don’t condone it, yet whatever political affiliation that the guilty party belongs to, now owns their misdeed. The constant verbal attacks over absolutely everything are becoming overwhelming. The name calling, the assumptions regarding one’s intelligence, and the outright bullying of those with different views has got to stop. And until it does, I’m not going to play.

Sometimes I am so riled up, I feel like I can’t breathe. Sometimes I am so shut down, that I just want to pull the covers over my head and hide. This can’t be healthy, for me or for anyone.  So I am taking a little break, and sticking to discussing issues that are far more benign than those with a political bent. Which apparently means pickles over cake, unless the President or his family hates pickles, in which case, it’s all fair game.

In a year that has divided us so, I look at the beacon of light that is before me. Last Saturday, millions of people came together to protest, and bring to the forefront issues that are meaningful to them, that our current administration doesn’t agree with. While the public shouldn’t need to protest to have our leaders represent their points of view, perhaps, in some really twisted way, all of this discord is in fact, bringing us together. We can only hope.

In the meantime….Indigo 0ut.

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Marching Orders

January 18, 2017


“We stand together in solidarity with our partners and children for the protection of our rights, our safety, our health, and our families – recognizing that our vibrant and diverse communities are the strength of our country.”- Women’s March on Washington

Women’s marches are scheduled to take place across the country this Saturday, in support of human rights. While the main march is taking place in Washington D.C. other marches will take place in New York and Los Angeles, as well as over 300 other locations around the country. And yes, men are also welcome.

If you would like to find a march near you, visit the official website and look for sister marches.

If you choose to attend the D.C. event, there will be some restrictions due to security concerns.

Here are a few tips and things you  should know if you are attending one of the marches.

Security will be extremely high. There are many common items that are banned, including aerosols, balloons, coolers, including glass, thermal or metal containers, selfie sticks, packages of any kinds, and bicycles and strollers.

Signs must be made of cardboard, posterboard or cloth only, and measure less than 3 feet wide, and 20 feet long.

Backpacks are allowed, but must not exceed 18″x 13″x 7″.  Other bags, such as a cross body pouch, must not exceed 8″x6″x4″ in size.

The weather is supposed to be mild, but at this time of year, can be unpredictable. It is best to wear light layers that can be added or removed as the day goes on.  Sunglasses, hats, and gloves are recommended.

It may be winter, but sunscreen is a must when spending the day outside, regardless of the season.

Amenities may be sketchy so be prepared with non-perishable snacks in clear zip-lock bags, and  (it pains me to say this), water that has been purchased in plastic bottles. Due to the ban on containers, your metal or glass water bottle may be confiscated. Restrooms may also be hard to come by, and the liklihood of having to use a filthy porta potty is pretty high. Dress for ease of use, with nothing hard to get in and out of, or anything that might touch the floor, such as overalls, jumpsuits or super wide leg pants.

Carry hand sanitizer and antiseptic wipes, as well as tissues. You will need them!

Comfortable footwear is a given, but making sure your shoes or boots and socks don’t rub weh your feet swell is important. A coating of  Vaseline or Aquafor on your feet will help prevent blisters, and leave them suprisingly soft.

Be sure that your money, credit cards, transportation tickets and most importantly identification are safely stowed and close to your body. Placing them in a plastic bag inside a small crossbody pouch will keep them both safe and dry, in the event of rain.

Make sure your phone is fully charged, and bring a backup charger with you, if possible. If you are not using your phone, putting it on airplane mode will save battery.

Pre-purchase a local Metrocard, if applicable, so that you can easily get on public transportation.

Google has posted a map of spots where you can warm up, meet up and use the restrooms here.

Not into crowds, but want to show support? The 1@1 equality action initiative asks that at 1:00p.m. in Washington D.C,( regardless of your time zone), people stop whatever they are doing and stand for one minute of silent solidarity.

1@1 is a small, symbolic act in support of the American ideal of one nation, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all. It is one powerful minute to connect, reflect and recommit to making that American ideal a reality.

The only way to make our country great, is to be an active participant in the decisions that shape our lives. Whether is is women’s rights, or healthcare reform, let your voice be heard by those that initiate real change. The future is in our hands.

Haters Gonna Hate

November 22, 2016


A Facebook friend from my childhood posted what she thought was an innocuous yet extemely deragatory comment about Michelle Obama’s current Vogue cover. It incited a dialogue that was both bitter, and frightening at the same time. Those that agreed added their two cents in the same defamatory way, and those that disagreed practically ripped her head off. As I read the comments, the small voice in my head kept repeating,” don’t engage, don’t engage.” Yet, regardless of your political bent, she made a comment that was demeaning, rude and wrong on so many levels…about another woman who didn’t do anything to invite this vitriol.
I silently followed the thread throughout the evening, and picked it up again early in the morning. A few people commented to say goodbye, as they unfollowed her forever. A few encourged her. The only thing that was consistent was the hatred. This was not about reasoning, or objecting; this was two factions that were so fed up with one another, that they said exactly what they thought, without sugar coating a thing. I finally caved and simply stated my mantra that Michelle herself instilled in me a few months ago: “When they go low, we go high.”

Minutes later, the post was deleted.

I think of myself as open minded and reasonable. I am liberal, and believe in the rights of all people, regardless of race, color, religion or sexual orientation. I believe in being a good person, and doing the right thing wherever possible. I want to accept that others have opinions different from my own. Yet, all of this hate is getting to me. It’s giving me a stomach ache that won’t go away. It’s causing feelings to well up inside me that are full of fear, and frustration. And finally, as each racist, homophobic, xenophobic and misogynistic cabinet appointment is revealed, those feelings inside me are starting to resemble hatred. And that frightens me even more.

Yes, I do hate that we have just set ourselves up to be a white supremacist society that has no filter in how we deal with others. Even our new first lady to be, who has decided to stay in New York, seems to want no part of this sh*t show. Yes, I do hate that you supported this behavior and are doing nothing to stop it, as it spirals out of control before your guy even takes office. Yes, I do hate that suddenly you are smug and spewing rude comments as if it’s ok because our future president does it too. It’s not ok.

I am sorry Michelle. I don’t know how much longer I can continue to go high, when so many around me on both sides are going so very, very low.

Each day, I take a deep breath, and try to remind myself of the good things in life, and to live in the moment, because as the Jews in Nazi Germany can attest to, it can change for the worst in heartbeat. And all indications are that we could easily be headed in that direction.

I believe in free speech, but not in hateful, hurtful speech. Please take a minute to think, before you speak or post a comment that might inspire hateful rhetoric, and demand it from others. If we all did that, it would be the first step in coming together to keep America great.

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What’s Up?

October 31, 2016


I bet you’ve all been wondering what I’ve been up to lately, since clearly, it hasn’t been stockpiling blog posts. Indigo Jones Eats has been having a growth spurt, and although it’s very exciting, it’s also exhausting!

Here is a little bit of what we’ve been up to, and a sneak peak at what is coming soon….

We are now in a couple of coffee bars around town. If you are on the Lower East Side, stop by Pintail Coffee, on Orchard Street for a treat. The coffee bar shares space with a jewel box of a vintage clothing store. We deliver freshly baked scones, muffins, cookies and more, a few times each week and the assortment varies.


Terramoto Coffee is also carrying Indigo Jones Eats, and has a fun assortment of Halloween goodies, as well as the classics. Since they are just down the street on West 15th Street,( near Chelsea Market)  we can literally run things over as they leave the oven.

We are about to join a new launch next week, and are currently recipe testing for their sustainable, locally and transparently sourced baked goods.

We are also going to be featured on two new websites, launching in November, giving us more on-line outlets for our products.

We are up and running with Umi Kitchen, currently delivering on the East Side of New York City. If you live in the delivery zone, download the app and leave me a message for a code to try it out for free.

We are teaching classes with the newly launched site Keenobby, which offers experiences, such as cooking and baking classes ( that’s us!) and shibori dying and more. Check out their website to find something that interests you.

Next week, we will be shooting a video for one of our favorite websites. We’ll post a link when it’s ready. Very exciting!

And no, we haven’t left the fashion industry. So if you are wondering why we don’t call, and we don’t write, it is because we are busy keeping up with it all.

We promise to keep you posted and provide as much new content as we can.

Stay tuned, and keep checking in!

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Signs Of The Times

October 17, 2016

North Carolina’s ridicuous bathroom bill, stating that everyone must use the bathroom that corresponds to the gender assigned to them at birth, set off an explosive debate that rippled across the country.

When Target responded with their commitment to allow people to use whichever restroom they felt most comfortable in while visiting their stores, ultra conservatives vowed to boycott them.

How some percieve gender neutral restrooms

How some percieve gender neutral restrooms

It raised consciousness of the issue, causing people to question the way we label the facilities in public establishments.

In the ultimate desire to be politically correct and create an atmosphere of inclusiveness, some have resorted to extremes.


Great sign by the way, just not necessary when there is only one restroom to choose!

At a recent photoshoot, the studio posted a sign next to the restroom door that stated it was for men, women or transgendered individuals. While I respect their desire to create a comfortable environment for everyone, there was in fact only one, private restroom in the entire studio. I am pretty sure that a year ago, that sign just said restroom. Was this overkill, or an attempt to boast of thier open-mindedness? I am willing to bet that a year ago, that sign simply stated restroom.


A little cyptic perhaps, but allows for free choice

Later in the same week, I attended an event in the auditorium of at Cooper Union, a local college in the East Village that specializes in art, architecture and engineering. The restrooms, which had clear gender labels on them just a year ago, now had cryptic signs on the doors. One showed stalls, and sinks, and the other showed stalls, sinks and urinals.

In Europe, most public restrooms are unisex, offering fully enclosed stalls and communal sink areas. While not as conducive to primping and gossiping as single sex facilities, it offers equality, accessibility, and most importantly privacy. I mean, who designed toilet stalls that exposed people’s feet, and could be looked under, over or through anyways? The idea that anyone can walk into the bathroom and recognize who is sitting on the toilet by their footwear is ludicrous, causing women in offices a lifetime of embarrassment and subsequently, constipation.

Should we be patting ourselves on the back for being so modern and inclusive by posting witty signs, when we should be finding ways to allow people to take care of their natural biological functions in private?

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Explosion in Chelsea

September 19, 2016

I live in the Chelsea area of New York City, just south of where the explosion occurred. There has been much speculation about the incident, mostly coming from those who don’t live here.




Here are some of the facts; dispute them if you wish.

The New York City emergency response teams are incredible. Within minutes, police, and fire fighters were on the scene, and in the surrounding areas. As the sirens grew louder and more insistent, it became apparent that something major was going on. Emergency vehicles sped north up Seventh Avenue, a southbound street, to get to the scene more quickly. Several blocks away, Union Square Park was closed and police searched trashcans and foliage for explosives. Subway stations across 23rd Street were shut down, and eventually an area from 14th Street to 32nd Street was also cordoned off.

After contacting a friend who lives right at the scene, I was informed that they were told to stay inside until further notice, but to be ready to evacuate if necessary. The gas company checked for possible leaks that could have triggered an explosion, while the counterterrorism units and bomb squad descended on the area as well.

Most injuries were treated at the scene, and all 29 people injured have been released from the hospital. Yes, that is 29 too many injuries, but compared to similar incidents, to have had so few injured, most of them minor, and no fatalities is not nearly as bad as it could have been. I ‘d almost call it lucky, given the circumstances.

When the second device was found, a police robot took it away. Yo! We have POLICE ROBOTS!!

Sadly, New York City’s emergency services have the most experience in matters of potential terrorism, and it was comforting to see how quickly and bravely our teams responded.

Social media is the quickest, most unfiltered way to get information. When the explosion hit and the sirens began, it was impossible to find out what was going on at first. While frantically Google-ing breaking news outlets and finding nothing, Twitter was a wealth of on the spot reports and videos. Partially because it is easy to type 140 characters from the scene, and partially because they didn’t need to confirm anything before posting, as the regular news outlets needed to.

Facebook activated its emergency system, and I received a message from them asking me to check off a box stating that I was either OK, or not in the area. Kudos to them for using the personal info they have access to for good when it is necessary.


The emergency alert system was activated. It was a little late, but activated just the same. At 12:37, a loud alarm went off on my phone and a push notification  asked people in the area to stay away from their windows due to a suspicious package on 27th Street. At 2:35 scared the living daylights out of me when sent out an alert that the bomb squad had removed the device safely. (BY A ROBOT YOU GUYS!!!!) If you don’t have emergency alerts activated on your phone, do it now. You never know when something could happen that you will want emergency information.

We don’t see and feel tragedy the same when we are not actually there. We cluck our tongues, we send “thoughts and prayers,” and we sometimes even text some money to the Red Cross, but unless you are living it, it’s just not the same.

We all experienced 9/11, but unless you lived in NYC, and more specifically lower Manhattan, you didn’t see the smoke, smell the burning debris, see the walking wounded, and the grief ravaged loved ones wandering around, looking for traces of those they lost. When Hurricane Sandy hit, we were without power for almost a week. Yet walk a little way uptown, and it was like nothing happened. When a woman at the gym referred the “refugees” from lower Manhattan clubs with disdain, it was truly offensive. We were grateful to have a place to charge phones and shower, but for her, it was an situation of which she had no concept. And yet those of us lucky enough to only be inconvenienced by a power outage had no real sense of what it was like for those who lost everything.
Lots of tragedy has occurred in other places, from terrorist attacks to natural disasters, and I have to admit that although I feel fear and sadness, it dissipates more quickly when the “out of sight out of mind “philosophy starts to kick in.

New Yorkers are strong and resilient. Ironically, most of us are going about their business today as if nothing out of the norm has happened.

The bulk of the public conversation, and accusations are coming from those who aren’t here to experience it firsthand.

We seem to be hesitant to call it what it is: terrorism. By definition, terrorism is “the use of violence and intimidation in the pursuit of political aims.” This is clearly a case of intentional violence and intimidation. Just because no Islamic group has taken responsibility, it doesn’t mean it isn’t a terrorist act. A lone, white, American, Christian with a gun, intentionally intimidating through violence fits this definition, just as well as if another race or ethnicity was involved. We don’t need to know who did it to know what to call it.

The conservative right wants to use this incident to promote Donald Trump’s agendas. Donald Trump wants this to be an act of Islamic terror so badly he can’t stand it, and he is already gloating about it. This has nothing to do with the election. As much as I relied on Twitter last night, today’s tweets on the subject are full of negative anti-Hilary rhetoric and hate. In my humble opinion, if you didn’t set the bombs yourself, or instruct your teams to do it, then it isn’t  about you. Whichever candidate you are. Our misfortune, not felt in the golden tower on Fifth Avenue, should not be a coup for a candidate, or a black mark for another.

What happened last night is a tragedy. The way the media has handled it is also tragic. Some suspect it may have been a test for bigger things to come. Some think it may have been a disgruntled voter, trying to help their candidate win some votes. Others attribute it to a homophobic incident. The reality is that it may have been anyone with any hate filled agenda. Please don’t make it worse by shifting the focus to someone or something else, just to sensationalize the story.

UPDATE: Alerts went out this morning regarding suspect Ahmad Khan Rahami, a 28 year old male, who is a naturalized American citizen.


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