I’m trying to become a runner. It’s not easy – party because I’m out of shape generally, and partly because I don’t and haven’t ever seen myself this way. I don’t like being sweaty or uncomfortable (it doesn’t feel satisfying or productive. I never come out and say “look how gross I am!... Continue Reading →
Right around the time that my next blog post was “due”, Matthew and I moved from our shared apartment in Queens to our very own place in Coney Island. I am a pretty good mover at this point. In fact, I’ve done it so many times that, a year or so ago, when I was... Continue Reading →
It's hard to be still in the middle of a place like Grand Central Station. I've been temping here. Sitting at a tiny glowing kiosk that sells jewelry in the middle of a busy passage. Across from me, tracks 17 & 16 and 15 & 14 are portals to destinations. People run towards them.... Continue Reading →
Little Bird in the Big City 