I went back to New York City for a weekend recently, timed to coincide with a best friend’s visit from London. With temperatures over ninety degrees I spent much of the weekend searching with friends for someplace to stay cool. Except on Saturday, when we marched.
One day in January, I was washing a pair of mugs my friends gave me as a “leaving NYC” gift last spring. The mugs have a sketch of the Brooklyn skyline and are from Fishs Eddy, a quirky dishware store in Manhattan that I love. I’ve used these mugs many times since moving but that day …
I have never believed in signs. I enjoy reading my horoscope, and a friend recently got me into reading Tarot, but those are all about narrative lenses: How do these arbitrary but supposedly specific sets of insights wrap around and reveal parts of my story that are obvious and parts that are hidden? But signs? The …
Finding a spot to sit and read and write and be alone in Prospect Park on a sunny Sunday in May is a challenge. I tramp around the paths of the Ravine in my hiking boots looking for a place where there aren’t too many people. It takes a solid half hour (and a weird …
Crossposted to Noted in NYC. In two weeks, I’m moving away from New York City. I’ll spend the summer with my family in western New York, and then in August I’ll move to DC for graduate school. Two weeks. I moved to New York on August 30, 2010. I’m packing up exactly six years and …