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I faithfully did the whole Artists Way, writing out The Morning Pages, etc. for several years during the 1990s, as a recent divorcee and at a creative crossroads as well. Years later when I went back to look at what I'd journaled, I was appalled to discover how much brain time I'd wasted on thinking about guys -- as bad as a high school girl. So THAT was instructive. Did it help me focus on my creative thinking? Maybe not so much. But for many people I realize it's been helpful because the book has been a bestseller for years.

I grew up in the West Bronx and we had to drive across the Cross Bronx Expressway (one of Robert Moses's most infamous projects) to get to the East Bronx marina where my dad moored his motorboat or kept it in dry dock. The traffic was ALWAYS wall-to-wall, even then, and at all hours, and it was general knowledge at the time that from the day it opened the CBE was too narrow to handle the traffic (it feeds cars and trucks coming down from New England on I95 as well, all the way across the BX and straight across the George Washington Bridge and points west, as well as feeding off onto roads leading into Manhattan and upstate). What Moses shoved through as an unelected commissioner, razing minority neighborhoods across the BX to realize what was born a nightmare road and remains so, was disgraceful, and was a topic of conversation every time my family would pile into the car. On the few plus sides, there was Jones Beach and many playgrounds throughout the city.

I always knew there was a copy of The Power Broker in my family library, and had never cracked the spine, daunted by both its heft and the subject matter. So after reading so many recent articles about the book's 50th anniversary I took it from my shelf of NYC nonfiction and opened it to read a dedication to my father's mother from my older first cousin (she was killed by a drunk driver one mother's day in LA). Gera was a beautiful spirit, a true artist in multiple disciplines (she would have been a Julia Cameron devotee through and through) and she wrote a lengthy dedication to our equally liberal grandma inside the book, saying that she knew how much she detested the obnoxious Moses, but would want to read the book everyone was talking about. I began to cry ... all these years this book has been on my shelves from city to city as I've moved and I didn't know it was carrying the spirits of two such strong women in my family. I guess I have to read it, finally.

I also need to visit the Caro exhibit at the NYHS. His worth ethic is both remarkable and admirable.

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