This is my America

A couple of weeks ago, I had the inconvenient experience of being locked out of my apartment. I was on my way to meet my zany friend from Argentina for a showing of Woody Allen’s Café Society. It’d been a while since I’d seen my friend, so we caught up over coffee and he told…

An unexpected friendship

A couple of years ago, when I lived in lovely Nolita, I would wake up early every morning and walk a few blocks to the gym. At the end of my block, there was a cute little Euro-style bistro and they had a tiny bench tucked under their window facing the side street. One day,…

Listen and Your Heart Will Open

On a summery September day, I took a stroll over to Rockwood Music Hall, one of my favorite joints.  It’s a short walk from my place – maybe eight blocks total.   I was in my own world thinking about how wonderful it was to still be wearing a sundress and sandals, when I heard…