Enter The Void

In eighteen years, I’ve moved fourteen times. Some of the moves have been short, cross-town ventures, but many have been big moves from one part of the country to the other. There is always a sense of not-knowing that lingers in the air at the close of every old apartment door, every old cubical desk…

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,…

To gain, you must let go

Release.  Since my last birthday, that’s been my mini-mantra. Somewhere along the way, life started to feel really heavy… like the joy had been sucked out with a straw. It’s true, I think of myself as a work to live person but words don’t mean jack if you’re not actually living that way.  So, when my friend, Wendy,…

Well, poop!

About a month ago, I had to go over to a store Grand Opening in Soho on behalf of one of my clients.  I got a little turned around because Google Maps sent me to the address of their old store instead of the shiny new one that was the cause for celebration.  All the wandering…