Once, I was blind. Now, I see.
Some times the way to fall in love again is to leave the thing behind you.
Using this time of year as an opportunity to forgive, to forget, and to let it all pass over.
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.