A year ago you couldn’t have promised me I would be sitting in Bermuda with the bestie, vodka OJ in hand, and happy.
No doors ever stay permanently closed. No matter how far you go, how fast you run, your past is always nipping at your heels.
Recently, I have been finding it difficult to write about most subjects. Whether it’s subjects that are personal: dating, friendships, family, and work, or subjects that are broader: politics, community, global affairs, the economy… I find myself in a state of partial paranoia and heightened sensitivity. Maybe it’s because I feel that the orthodoxies are […]
I grew up wanting to live in Forest Hills. I grew up wanting more.
I have traveled by overground train, from one city to the next. But, this is the first time I recognized that my way of train travel isn’t the same for so many others.
To live in NYC is to experience a daily, and essential, separation from others, if only to maintain sanity.
Last week, one of my friends who came to visit picked up a gift for me: a book, Pachinko by Min Jin Lee, and last night I devoured it whole.