There is a subtle art to master in complaining about a thing while also turning it into an object of pride.
Read moreStruggles: An Appreciation
Visualization of Struggle in a New Yorker’s Daily Life.
The Persistence of Memory
The memories easiest to access are made up of all the little things that were just ordinary pieces of life, things that didn’t draw attention to themselves at the time.
Read moreThe Forlorn Elephant of Broadway
The poor character looks as if he's seen a heavy share of life's injustices.
Read moreA collection of momentary romances
It is true that I fall in love at least a dozen times a day, sometimes more depending on how many subway rides I might take.
Read moreGladys the Great
Of all the mundane things I'd see each morning, she was the event I looked forward to most.
Read moreLife and death in the city that never sleeps
I am experiencing a new "first" now; the first death of an important friend made in the city, here in my new life.
Read moreDating and Other Natural Disasters
To look at me, you wouldn't assume I'm a person who gets out very often, much less on dates, but it's just not true.
Read moreSummer in the city
My second summer in the city has come and gone, but I feel like I embraced it this time around.
Read moreMy closest and dearest of strangers
The best tales are those untold by the folks who seem to just blend in to the background.
Read moreThrough panes of glass
I get a little carried away with my imagination, escaping into the ambiguous scenes of the lives progressing around me through panes of glass...
Read moreLife in a frozen metropolis
In one of the largest cities in the world, with cutting edge technologies, life could still be brought to a halt by a phenomenon as basic as snow.
Read moreThe underground kingdom of Dr. Zizmor
There is an undisputed king of these purveyors of affordable hope; he stares out from a backdrop of sunshine and rainbows. He is the great and powerful Dr. Zizmor.
Read moreAutumn in New York
Nama-stinkers
Now this adolescent nightmare is a billion dollar industry known as Yoga, and it's hit New York like a malignant cancer.
Read moreMonks of the Order of Saint Marilyn
Recently, I was exposed to an apartment that chilled me to my very core, and the pair of old queens who inhabited it.
Read moreWhite people really DO eat fried chicken
Finally, he stopped laughing long enough to say, "See, I told you. White people really DO eat fried chicken..."
Read moreShiny Sparkly Things
Sometimes I like to walk down Fifth Avenue in the evenings, in moments of Holly Golightly-inspired nostalgia...
Read moreEmployment and other forms of self-betrayal
It is amazing to find the limit of the depths to which you are willing to stoop when trying to become "employed."
Read moreThe romantic misadventures of Ernest, and other Subway tales
In my relatively short time as a resident of New York, I have come to the conclusion that riding the Subway is better than having cable TV.
Read moreMy first New York apartment.
One may fantasize about fabulous New York apartments in magazines, movies and TV shows, but the reality is quite different...
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