Tag: NYC

Old school NYC: Pickles

I can easily eat pickles as a snack and feel full and content. I never understood why pickles were considered a pregnant woman’s craving. I eat them all the time. Salt. Brine. Yum. And during these pandemic times, I’ve gotten even more into pickles. It’s comfort food I […]

My walk full of ladders

I am an extremely superstitious person. My mom had me believing my itchy hand meant money was coming my way and that an upside down broom swept unwanted guests away. I thought it was a very odd thing growing up so superstitious. Now, I miss it. I miss […]

Shattered and shuttered

These times have been difficult No denying that We breathe difficulty day in and day out We crave normalcy Yet things have been shattered and shuttered Boarded up and closed off forever more New things will come Yet it will not be the same Change is rooted in […]

My hangless hangers

Like any other New Yorker, my closets are small and tightly packed in. Very tightly packed in. I have shoe upon shoe, blankets, and dresses upon dresses jammed packed in them. It is an amazing feat of physics displayed inside my closet. Us New Yorkers find imaginative ways […]