AMY PHILLIPS PENN
Character: a homonym to twirl around and let fly.
It’s Pollyanna-plus, oozed gratuitously at elegies, eulogies, and other amped up tributes to those who have passed.
“He never said a bad word about anyone,” while a wider lens smirks into zoom on an embroidered pillow that beckons: “ if you have nothing nice to say, sit by me.”
The halo to the deceased is golden, indeed. Make mine blonde meets platinum.
Harvey shushes us, as it thrashes apocalyptic “yes, we cans,” as those who never aspired to be swathed in mythological heroism, emerge drenched, shaken and not giving a flying emoji if the local news is panting in wait, drooling in promises of gratuitous photo shopped immortality.
A moment of silence, please.
ABOUT AMY PHILLIPS PENN
Amy Phillips Penn has written a book or two, and survived three hurricanes in the bathroom huddled with Holly, her golden retriever. She emerged dry, but humbled
1. Elaine's: The Rise of One of New York’s Most Legendary Restaurants from Those Who Were There. Find out more here.
2. DIOSA: One Mare's Odyssey on the Planet Earth. Find out more here.
Amy Penn and Diosa. Photo: David Lominska.