There it was staring at me. No eyes, no ears, no mouth. Yet, it glared and screamed. I had tried for so long to not see But it was always there waiting to overrun the surface. I went searching for water. And, I found a raging stream […]
A few years back, three moves ago, I used to work in a New York highrise. Well, actually, It wasn’t even that tall. It was 12 floors. My whole wall was made up of windows. I had a head on view of the Empire State Building. It […]
She had been a wanderer for most of her life. She went in and out of people’s lives without much thought or care. She didn’t feel wedded to any one place in particular. It was exciting yet felt like nothing. Sometimes, it felt like her life was […]
Admittedly, I have been obsessed with my house move. Everything about my move into my new (but really old) Los Angeles house has been fodder for venting, reflecting, and rejoicing. It’s been trying times. It’s been fun times. It’s been tiring times. We are several weeks […]
She wanted to live the high life. Why not since there was not much time left for anybody. They ran and ran across the ruins and old fields. They must have trampled on a thousand souls. They ran to the top of one of the old structures to […]
Ever since I was a little girl living in the Bronx, I always wanted to sleep under the big bright lights. What do I mean by that? Well, I love looking out of the windows night and see the lights on in every room and in every rooftop. […]
She knew this walk all too well. She knew where she would end up and how many steps it would take to be in the light. She didn’t love life. She didn’t hate it. There was just that. Amazing how life could be so mundane yet entrenched in […]
I want to preface this whole discussion, by staying I believe in jinxes and am really crossing my fingers at this point. So, please do wish me luck and maybe even wish me a martini fairy. Those exist somewhere, right? I have been on a house search for […]
I will tell you right off the bat, that as a New Yorker I look at parking lots with disdain. I see the empty space and think about how we can build out housing complexes. That’s why I was so tickeled at a recent activist meeting that […]
Despite my slight love of fog, I almost titled this bit “how the fog did us in.” Then I thought about it. The fog didn’t do us in necessarily. It may have actually helped see the light. Let me backtrack. I like fog for its eerie texture and […]
