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Cozy up to a new mystery by Montclair’s  own Valerie  Wilson Wesley

May 7, 2021

Reading is one of my favorite pastimes, especially when I can sit outside in the sun, getting my dose of vitamin D while starting a freckle collection on my face and arms.  To me, there’s nothing better than sitting down with a new book while enjoying my first cup of morning coffee or afternoon tea. I love the feel of a book in my hands, as I let my imagination take me on a journey as I read about the new characters created by one of my favorite authors, Montclair’s own Valerie Wilson Wesley. A former executive editor of Essence magazine, she graduated from Howard University and earned master’s degrees from Bank Street College of Education (my alma mater) and the Columbia School of Journalism.

 

We met in 1996 at the historic YWCA facility, now the Geyer Family YMCA located on Glenridge Avenue. Wesley’s children’s book, “Freedom’s Gifts: A Juneteenth Story,” was released in 1997, and she visited our Afterschool Rainbow child-care program to read it to the children. She also donated copies of the book to our little library for the children to borrow and enjoy. Some of her published books deal with Black history and feature many African American characters, both real and fictional.

 

Wesley is also known for the Tamara Hayle mystery series, which takes place in Newark. I couldn’t wait to read the first of her planned series of three new books featuring amateur detective Odessa (Dessa) Jones, released in February. The genre it belongs to is known as “cozy” mystery novels, dealing with crime-solving that takes place in a small town. 


I was a fan of Jessica Fletcher and “Murder, She Wrote” on TV, and looked forward to reading about another woman who has mysteries follow her around. Wesley’s characters live in fictional Grovesville, N.J., “stuck between struggling Clifftown and affluent Bren Bridge,” as described on page two of “A Glimmer of Death.” I recognized a lot of the local color and people, which somehow remind me of Montclair and Glen Ridge.

 

Writing from her home office in town, Wesley spends the morning having coffee and reading newspapers. She usually writes from early afternoon until late evening, a set time every day. She said, “I have to do a certain amount of pages a day. I’m on pressured deadlines with a whole lot of eyes on my work. It’s a group process. Each publishing house has an editor who works with me, and then there’s copy editing, cover art and marketing plans to work on.”

 

When I asked Wesley to explain a cozy mystery to me, she said, “Cozies are a little softer than some mysteries dealing with private investigators and police procedurals. They involve an amateur sleuth such as Dessa Jones, and don’t contain a lot of violence, explicit sex or cursing.” Murder and mayhem take place off-scene, giving the reader a chance to imagine how they occur. 

 

Another aspect of this cozy mystery is that her protagonist has a paranormal gift, of second sight, inherited through her maternal line. The smell of nutmeg always makes Dessa think about murder and  impending doom.

I enjoyed the way Dessa’s character and quirks were developed in the book. She is easy to like, gentle and sensitive, still mourning the recent death of her husband, Darryl. The young widow’s second sight did not foretell her losing him, and their catering business, D&D Delights, failed after his death.

 

Dessa needed a job to make ends meet and works at Risko Realty, a somewhat shady and sleazy second-rate real estate agency. Baking is what she really wants to do. Her love of cooking and baking tie her to Lennox Royal, owner of Royal’s Regal BBQ. 

He’s a retired police detective who helps Dessa with her attempts to solve the mysteries that keep happening around her. He enjoys Dessa’s baked goods enough to order her wonderful cakes, cookies and pies to replace the so-so and sometimes terrible-tasting choices at his restaurant, becoming one of her best customers. Dessa wants to salvage D&D Delights and get out of the real estate office, with its heavy atmosphere of negativity and meanness.

 

Her Aunt Phoenix is a strong, outspoken woman who uses her gift of second sight to play the lottery, and frequently wins. She can’t convince Dessa to do the same, and sends her niece cryptic and sometimes odd text messages. These messages are right on the money when it comes to future events.


I learned about the calming effects of lilac from Aunt Phoenix, who suggests that Dessa carry it with her at all times. Cat owners will enjoy reading about Juniper, Dessa’s cat, who spends most of his waking hours begging for Temptations cat treats, which mellow him out a bit.

 

After you go through all of the plot twists and turns, you can also re-create and bake Dessa’s Go-To Cake, a Wesley family recipe. It bakes quickly and can be taken anywhere. You’ll find the recipe at the end of the book. It’s also known as a 7Up Cake, or “soda pop” cake by Aunt Phoenix, a pound cake so delicious that I foretell that you’ll ask for a second slice, even though I don’t have second sight. 

 

Don’t worry, there isn’t any nutmeg in this cake. Take the time to treat yourself to some, and to a very good read.

Robin’s Nest: no junk in this (vintage) trunk

July 20, 2020

We’ve had a lot of time on our hands for the past few months, and some have followed the KonMari method of simplifying and organizing their homes, created by Marie Kondo and described in her book, “The Life-Changing Method of Tidying Up.” 

Not for me, as I’m a firm believer in keeping most of what I own, since I never know when the vintage sequined butterfly sleeve top in my closet will find an occasion to be seen again.

 

Prior to the mandatory closing of all non-essential businesses, I played dress-up, one of my favorite pastimes, with Connie’s Vintage Trunk owner Dan Schulz while getting a tutorial in fashion trends from the 1950s on.  

The shop is a tribute to Dan’s late mother, whose name was Connie Trunk. “Mother was the quintessential 1950s woman who liked to dress up. I help women feel great about themselves, and make them have a smile on their faces. Fashion trends come and go, but good-quality clothing in superior materials can last for many decades,” Dan said.

 

HISTORY OF FASHION

 Dan told me about how clothing has changed throughout the years, starting with the 1920s. He called that period the Flapper Era, with unreconstructed potato sack-like dresses without delineated waist lines, “unflattering to all,” until the 1930s, the art deco, old Hollywood glamour years. 

 

I could see myself wearing the Coco Chanel, Elsa Schiaparelli and Madeleine Vionnet dresses from the racks of clothing at the front of the shop, although I’m too short to carry them off without extensive tailoring. Fashion has a way of repeating itself over time, and Coco Chanel is credited with being the queen of the Little Black Dress, a timeless choice now and in the future.

 

The 1940s bring to mind Katharine Hepburn in slacks, a masculine and shocking choice for that time in history. This era resonates with me, as I still haven’t figured out how to sit in a dress without looking like a truck driver trying not to cross his legs. 

 

The 1950s were fully feminine, lacy, frilly and cocktail-sipping focused. Think “Father Knows Best” and “The Donna Reed Show,” with women in pretty dresses covered by aprons while wearing high heels and strings of pearls. I see your eyes glazing over, young ones without points of reference. Google the shows and see what I’m talking about.

 

You might still have photos of yourself as flower children from the 1960s Vietnam and psychedelic era, in shift and maxi dresses, looking and feeling groovy. These fashions lasted into the 1970s.

 

How often have you grimaced over your choice of a prom or wedding dress from the 1980s and those pouffy shoulders and big-hair looks?  Dan made me laugh when I asked him to talk about the 1990s, and his response was, “Nothing to say about those years.”

Connie’s Vintage Trunk is also a resource for Dan’s theatrical clientele in the tri-state area, especially for NYC off- and on-Broadway shows. Small theater companies nationwide also look to him to supply their productions with vintage clothing. 

 

For now, he has to wait until theaters and television shows are back in production again, and has been working on redesigning his shop in compliance with the new rules regarding how customers can come inside to shop safely. Dan categorizes some of his theatrical clients as “99.9 percent ultra-cool and narcissistic.”  

 

He opened his shop on Sept. 15, 2017, in Montclair, after living here since 2007. 

He’s a vendor at the Manhattan Vintage Clothing Sale three times a year, which he hopes will be up and running again by year’s end. He brings racks of his clothing inventory to sell.

 

Connie’s Vintage Trunk reopened on June 22, and Dan redesigned his shop’s layout and displays. Only two customers at a time can enter, and they must wear masks. Right inside the front door, Dan has a table with hand sanitizer and masks, if you forget to bring one of your own. If you need to try on anything, you are allowed to take three items or fewer into the fitting room. Unpurchased items are taken off display, and Dan steams and sanitizes them before putting them back into stock after a two-day resting period.

 

During the time span of the shop’s temporary closure, Dan sewed washable cotton masks in many patterns and colors, and put them up for sale on Etsy.com, @conniesvintage trunk. He ended up selling more than 900 masks to customers all over the U.S., which allowed him to pay for his health insurance and have a little spending money, too.

 

Everything old is new again. Yes, the 1960s vintage feathered pillbox hat I tried on for my photo op at the shop is now a part of my own eclectic collection, a wearable occasion to be determined. It’s one of a kind, and goes well with my hair and eyes.

 

It’s My Party, and I’ll die if I Want to 

March 27, 2020

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With my birthday arriving on the first day of spring, I’ve been contemplating how quickly the years pass and the fact that I won’t be here forever. So, at the request of a loyal reader, I visited Martin’s Home for Service Inc. on Elm Street to find out how to plan my own funeral. Say what?

 

 Many of us are in denial about death, and don’t have our specific wishes documented about the last party we’ll ever attend. I’d rather be a guest rather than the honoree. Richelle Martin, manager, took me on a tour and shared valuable information with me.

 

Opened in 1950, Martin’s was once the choice for African American funeral services, with Caggiano’s serving the Caucasian population in town. Things have changed with the diversification of Montclair, and the businesses help and support each other when an extra hearse is needed. There are no set rules for who goes where.

 

 A last will and testament deals with financial arrangements, custody issues, property rights and perhaps some funeral particulars for the dearly departed. However, I won’t know whether you’ve followed my exact wishes because I will only be there in spirit, not with my To Do list in hand. It takes 10 days for a will to be filed and probated. Everything’s over but the crying by then. Here’s where a Funeral Agent comes into play. As a Funeral Agent, Richelle makes sure that the specific wishes of the client, set up in advance, are followed to the letter. This legal document supersedes everything that your next of kin or executor of your will might choose. This is a  pre-need and pre-paid arrangement, which works perfectly for me. Richelle suggests that you designate a Funeral Agent to work on your behalf, at the head of your will.

 

 

 If you’re getting creeped out by all of this talk of death, try not to be. From the moment I walked in the door of Martin’s, it was a calm and serene place that actually smelled good. No cloying aroma from too many floral arrangements fighting with each other, or the smell of death. The front rooms are beautifully decorated with an Asian theme, with ornate carved screens, large fireplace, and a huge fish tank. That surprised me, as it’s unexpected outside of dental and medical offices. Richelle is very spiritual and tries to keep things looking attractive and peaceful, with a Himalayan salt lamp on the hearth. There’s color and beauty everywhere, which might be missed in times of grief and loss.

 

I won’t be sending out any Save the Date cards to you any time soon, but you are all invited to attend my tea dance disco party celebration. I was raised in an Orthodox Jewish home and taught early on that it’s “ashes to ashes, dust to dust” for us. No fancy dress for the deceased, just wrapping in a plain white shroud. Done and gone within 24 hours.

 

 Not for me. I want to go out looking gorgeous in the brightest, most sparkly clothes I own, with full makeup and blown-out hair. Don’t forget the jewelry. Richelle says, “You check in, you are dressed from head to toe, back to front, with a manicure, pedicure and the works. It’s a spa hotel for people in transition, and you’ll be ready for your function at the junction.” She’s a funny woman who takes her work seriously, but puts things into perspective. I’ve never been a fan of spa treatment gift certificates, so don’t offer one to me.

 

Did I ask to see a casket? Of course I did. Richelle’s daughter Tiffany brought up a rental casket for me to explore. There isn’t enough room to permanently store the many sizes and choices you might decide on, but a casket for “cremains” is kept on site. Cremains are what remains after cremation. During the service, there’s a liner and insert inside it where the body is placed. That won’t be me, as I have ancient ancestral reasons to forgo cremation. Have you ever wondered why you usually see the body only from head to just below the belly button? Where are the legs? This casket is known as a half couch, with two lids which open. The front part is what’s seen by the public, and the rest of it is kept closed. Not as attractively designed, I guess it could be a place to stash what’s needed for future use.

 

 With my being so petite, the casket seemed huge and long. Although I turned down the offer to climb in to try it out, Tiffany has gone into one to see how it feels. That’s what happens when it’s a family business and death is dealt with as a day to day occurrence. She’s also a media and tech expert who puts together videos with music choices given to her in advance. The videos play on a loop inside the viewing room where full funeral services are often held.

 

Funerals don’t come cheap, even if you don’t want a horse and carriage to tote you to the funeral home instead of using a hearse. (A Cinderella coach for me, please! I never had a fancy wedding.) The cremains rental unit costs $1,275 with the insert, and that doesn’t include the cost of a cemetery plot or fees attached to a graveside ceremony. There are three cemeteries in town, Immaculate Conception, Mt. Hebron and Rosedale. The low-end figure for a traditional funeral service is $9,000.

 

 If you must go out in eco-friendly fashion, as caskets are made from inorganic materials and require a cement enclosure during internment, you’ll have to opt for a green or natural cemetery. There are locations in N.Y. and N.J. if you want to stay local into eternity. Burial is in wicker or something easily biodegradable, so it breaks down quicker. No embalming or enclosures are involved, so you might not want to be within miles of the decomposing bodies ripening.

 

 Send me no ornate floral arrangements, especially red roses. They are expensive and are more for the living to show off to each other. The flowers go to the cemetery from the funeral home, where they are discarded after two or three days. Hospitals and nursing homes don’t accept donations of such anymore, as the volume far exceeds the space they need and require care from staff members.

 

Martin’s can accommodate 350 or more people for a funeral, and I hope that mine spills outside into the floral garden area during the warmest day of summer. Did you know that more deaths occur in winter, from December to March, with January being the deadliest month of the year? There’s really nothing that Richelle won’t include as part of your funeral, other than allowing food to be served to nibble on between sobs. It’s a health code issue, and you can wait until it’s over for a repast. “You might walk in crying, forlorn and lost. I hope that you walk out calm and happier,” she says.

“I only wish that I could walk out with you.”

 

Robin’s Nest: a doodad gift, a dumpling to  gobble

June 27, 2025

Summer’s here and warm temperatures and bright sunshine bring many gift-giving occasions: graduations, engagements, weddings, and visits down the shore or to the Hamptons. If you’re looking for something different and unusual, stop by White Rabbit Black Heart and see what owner Paul Giordano has in his tiny shop, which opened in March of this year.

 

Why the name “White Rabbit Black Heart?” 

 

He said that “white rabbit” means love, tenderness, magic, Alice in Wonderland and Jefferson Starship. That’s a huge store sign and a mouthful. Black heart is the symbol of his broken heart, because his former business partner, Ann Asilo, passed away in 2014. “It’s on the darker side, not as colorful and sweet, but a little deeper,” he said. 

 

 

The merchandise is edgy, a bit sarcastic and sometimes risqué.  

 

Although the décor and items sold are primarily white and black, the walls are painted a bright blue to contrast what could be seen as too matchy-matchy. I wanted to buy the two bowler-hat pendant lights hanging over the front register. They are currently just for decoration, but Paul might commission them for sale in the future. 

 

Paul has always been a creative person, and his store shows off his quirky personality. A self-taught interior designer, he once made floral wedding chuppahs, the canopies under which a Jewish couple stands during their ceremony. From chuppahs to chocolate, he’s famous for his Belgian and Mexican milk and white chocolate confections, especially the pretzels that always sell out at White Rabbit Black Heart. You can pick up marzipan sticks, almond bark, huge chocolate-covered malted milk balls and red velvet bites. My allergy to chocolate prevented me from tasting the candy, but it didn’t keep me from buying some to take home to share with others or to take along as a hostess gift.

 

A wedding gift from White Rabbit could be a set of floral melamine dishes, painted bird figurines, or gold or silver charms — tiny two-peas-in-a-pod, heart, hamsa or Star of David — to carry in a pocket. Bird themes are popular now, with paintings, plaques and dishes for gift-giving as well. I was happy to see some of my bird friends in the shop, although I couldn’t find a robin anywhere. An offbeat  “There will always be us” artist print might be the perfect gift for the edgy engaged couple you know, with a cartoon of somewhat gothic skeletons and hearts.

 

Beautifully woven and decorated small Dreamboxes are objets d’art. They’re a big hit with the high school and college-age crowd, as are cigar boxes with “Gratitude” written on the lid, Paul said. I expected the boxes  to be empty, but they’re filled with “Thank You” and “Gratitude” note cards in blue and gold. Paul carries a line of cards with unexpected designs and sayings. My favorite one had a bride and groom on the front, with “This is a terrible idea” on the inside. Be daring and bring a “Welcome to the Sh*t Show” pillow along as a gift  the next time you spend a long weekend at a friend’s summer house. But don’t forget what Benjamin Franklin said: “Fish and visitors stink after three days.” 

 

FORTIFYING SNACK

 

Hungry after all my exploring and shopping, I walked a few blocks down to Elyssia’s Kitchen. Newly opened on May 11, Elyssia Yung runs the business and cooks at the same time, with the help of her parents Myra Yip and Ho Yung. She’s just 17 years old, and a budding chef who’s preparing the dishes she’s grown up with in her Chinese/ Filipino household. She’s the third generation in the family to cook, although Elyssia considers herself to be a novice sous-chef at best.

 

Elyssia has always loved cooking, and watching her parents and grandmother cook. “I have a passion for food, cooking and eating,” she said, describing how she used to sneak into the kitchen when she was 6 years old to figure out how to cook what her grandmother was making. During her visits to Hong Kong, Elyssia discovered that her grandmother never wrote things down. She would tell Elyssia what each dish was, and the ingredients needed, but never exact cooking times or measurements.

 

In Elyssia’s Kitchen, well-used skillets and cookware hang from a rack at the front open kitchen. The menu is relatively small, with potstickers, wontons, tofu  and soup dumplings, rice and sui mai. I ordered fried tofu, cabbage and mushroom dumplings and ate the huge serving of eight. I liked the thin dough, but some prefer thick dough. Thin dough allows you to better taste the ingredients. It’s difficult if not impossible to make crispy tofu at home, even with a screaming hot wok.

 

I can’t pass up kimchi (pickled vegetables), and you can choose from kimchi or roast pork fried rice. The kimchi doesn’t smack you in the face and set your head on fire, but has complex seasonings and a soft texture. Go for the Korean beef bao buns if you’re a carnivore, and try the seaweed salad if you’re not or just want a taste of something bright and a bit fishy.

 

Elyssia Jung loves to cook. 

 

Elyssia is headed for University of California, Davis, in Sacramento in the fall to study nutritional science and learn about what she calls “the background of food.” Her  parents will run the business for her during the school year. 

 

When I asked her if she misses having time to have fun, working from 9 a.m. to midnight six days a week, she said, “We are all workaholics. We can’t just sit still and do nothing.” 

 

I sat still and did nothing while trying my first iced matcha espresso. It was an interestingly odd  mixture of matcha tea, milk and espresso layered in green, white and brown until you shake it up. I prefer dumplings unshaken, please.

 

Old Montclair, New Montclair: we’re all neighbors

July 6, 2017

I wasn’t born in Montclair, and don’t have generations of relatives living here. We are first-generation residents, and that will probably stay the same in the future. That’s not important to me. However, it’s extremely important to many of the people I encounter around town.

 

There is festering anger and frustration over how much the town has changed. Alas, I only have a couple of decades here under my belt so far. I have seen much change since moving here from Manhattan, but not all of it makes me mad. What does hurt me is escalating negative emotions and actions against those of us who chose to live here. Please remember that you had nothing at all to do about being born in Montclair. Perhaps your parents were native born when you came into the world, or they moved here as I did some time before your birth.

 

My family moved here because we were told about the diversity in town, the welcoming people, and the amazing walkability of the area we chose in the Fourth Ward. Yes, it reminds me a bit of Brooklyn, where I was born and bred before living in Manhattan for 18 years. I enjoy walking on a daily basis, and appreciate the convenience of easily getting to the library, restaurants, Town Hall and businesses. I don’t have to worry about parking because all I have are my own two feet to worry about.

 

After attending a recent Fourth Ward meeting, I was struck by how much it’s turned into something from West Side Story, with The Sharks vs. The Jets. The native born vs. the newer residents. I never think to announce how many years, months, days or minutes I’ve lived here so far. I’m here, for now and perhaps the rest of my life. For a township that so thoroughly discussed becoming a Sanctuary City, but decided on the designation of a Welcoming Community; well…I’m not feeling so welcome here anymore.

 

Yes, the seemingly uncontrolled overdevelopment in the Fourth Ward is disconcerting. In the one stretch of Bloomfield Avenue from the Shell Station down to where The Montclair Mews faces, we now have The Montclarion II and the soon to be built The Vestry apartment complex. Many of my neighbors are concerned about having a new building literally against the rear of their homes.

 

After I was nastily told off on social media about my comments regarding change in town: You might not appreciate my opinions or attitude, but you really don’t know me. Change is inevitable. Some is good, some is bad. My question to you is: What are doing here in town to make it the best place to live? I arrived here running, and sit on a number of township committees I attend just about every Township Council, Planning Board, and Fourth Ward meeting that I can and make my voice heard. I consult and volunteer for various not-for-profit organizations. I am not afraid to get my hands dirty, or lend a hand when needed.

 

Let’s see if we can use our considerable energy for the greater good. Make sure that checks and balances are in place when it comes to decisions about development, budget, or finding a way to attract new businesses and residents. Go up against the developers and landlords if need be, but don’t attack me. We “newbies” are not the enemy. We are assets to Montclair, and you’re welcome.

 

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