The last time the fam and I went to NY, Isla turned six months old on the trip. One of my ‘things’ has been to push for plan another trip before she goes to ‘big school’ in August. Well. We tried to get the two weeks before school starts, but that didn’t happen. And so. Missing her first week of big school to hang out with her Nana and ‘Mumma’s people’ who don’t actually live on the phone and the…
My mother lives on Long Island (My accent changes when I speak to her but that may be another post.) Last week, she said ‘a storm is brewing, but it won’t be as bad as a hurricane.’ Today, I awoke to news reports of the East Coast closing off and shutting down. I got worried. Part of me wanted to be back there (it happens occasionally), stocking up on batteries and board games like everyone else. As a kid, storms…
I don’t know why I’m writing this. Wait a minute. Yes I do. I’m writing this because right now I can’t be anything more or less than I am. I don’t feel like making something up, and pretending nothing happened. This is not fiction. Although I wish it was. I am an American. Usually I don’t like to bring that fact into a conversation. I don’t know why. But there it is. I am an American. And a New Yorker. …
While in Brooklyn, I snapped this to post. You may not see anything, but I saw words, and happiness and hope and bagels. That’s why it’s magic. Taken at The Flying Saucer Cafe, a place where my friends and I would probably hang out every weekend. If we all lived parallel lives in Brooklyn. It could happen.…
I was sitting in an airport chair, waiting for my chair to roll through on the baggage-claim belt. Sarge and I were trying to convince the Sky Cap my chair would be through on Over-size Items, which meant we were waiting in the wrong place. Sarge was tired, and I was just wired and wanted to get OUT. We got our bags, and then Sarge pointed over my head. ‘It’s over there,’ he said, pointing to my chair which had…
