8 min @ The Hub, 12.3.12 She is poised perfectly on her two razor sharp sitting bones, mythically long legs crossed twice with ankles collapsed horizontally on the floor. She is a 3D composite of angles and planes, light and shadow. She pinches off tiny crumbs of muffin and feeds Read more
12.2.12 i am grateful for -the ability to celebrate my birthday with family -not having nut allergies(cake choices are not limited) -paraben free moisturizers -birthday cake on my birthday -an abundance of cyber love via Facebook -coconuts. the water, the milk, the meat of them – so delicious, so healthy. Read more
Is it wrong to say making gratitude lists daily becomes tedious after day three? It makes me feel like an ingrate. So I figure that’s exactly why I must persevere with the experiment. The motivating force of contradictions and reverse psychology. without further ado: list 10.viii, 11.30.12 -black olives -the Read more
The Lives of a Cell by Lewis Thomas 8 min in The Monk’s Room, LES/NYC She’s stood me up so many times. But today is different, I’m older and wiser. Therapy helped me understand so much. I’m not angry any more about things in the past. I’m living in the Read more
Ad on top of NYC Yellow Cab 8 min @ Fresco, 2nd Ave Gianni was full of shit. Literally. His last regular movement was on Friday before he travelled to Genoa for his sister’s wedding. The wedding was Saturday and the party was still going strong four days later. The Read more
Elle Decor November 2012 11.27.12 8 min in bed on the Lower East Side, NYC The goddamn shower upstairs is going again. Bill hasn’t seen the neighbors yet but he hates their grooming habits. The hot water pipes sing in an ear-bleeding pitch and they take two long showers a Read more
11.23.12 Decided to drive my Godmother to NYC and help sort the affairs of her deceased sister. We’d hit the road Saturday morn. -the Canadian Tire salesman who installed my windshield wiper gratis -free vegetables from someone else’s farm visit -a run of green lights -having a car sound enough Read more
Our Lady of Pain by Elena Forbes 8 min on the F train B stopped and considered her mother. Today was the day she’d been holding her breath for, the other shoe had dropped. There wasn’t a sparkle of recognition in Ma’s gold flecked eyes, just a polite query. “No Read more