Category Archives: New York City
Sleep No More: Novel Writing
Sleep No More, as described by The New York Times, is “‘Macbeth’ in a hotel,” because it’s kind of a play kind of performance art kind of voyeurism kind of spectator sport but not really any of the above. Which … Continue reading
Filed under New York City, The World, Writing
I’m reading at Jimmy’s No. 43
A short post–barely a post, really. Just a little note: I’m reading in the Sunday Salon Reading Series at Jimmy’s No. 43 in NYC on Sunday 11/20 for Men Undressed. I’ll be reading my sexy (well PTSD-twisted-sexy) scene at the … Continue reading
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Y is for Yard
When I was a little girl in Queens, our yard was the street, the playground, the corner store. It was in Queens where I gained an affinity for the tempo of a city, the rat-a-tat-a-tat metronome of jackhammers, car horns, … Continue reading
Filed under Alphabet: A History, Life, Memes, New York City, The Personal
NYC, 1970
Above left: my father in front of his gas station in 1970. Above right: my father in front of his former gas station (now a BP) in 2011. My mom and dad came to visit me in NYC a few … Continue reading
Filed under Life, New York City
Land’s End Great Gatsby Mansion: Last Moments
1. A Sands Point Gold Coast mansion known as Land’s End is being demolished this week. The house is also known as the inspiration for Daisy Buchanan’s mansion in F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby. Fitzgerald lived for a time … Continue reading
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The carrots, the carrots!
Why? How? Why…? Really. Why are the carrots SO BIG out here in NYC? The carrot you see above is typical of carrots in NYC–just…ginormous. It was procured at Fairway Market in Harlem–but I have seen similarly sized carrots at … Continue reading
Filed under Funny Things, Life, New York City, Reading
Intimacy at the center of the world
NYC is crawling with people doing all kinds of things–couples are breaking up on the street, smokers are huddling in doorways catching one last drag on a cigarette, UPS and FedEx dudes are pushing wheely dollies piled precariously sky-high with … Continue reading
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Why don’t New Yorkers laugh?
I’m not sure why New Yorkers don’t laugh more often. When I crack a broad grin on the subway, New Yorkers duck, thinking the next thing I’ll do is break out in song and ask for spare change. Maybe not, … Continue reading
Filed under Funny Things, Life, New York City
