How often do you walk or run I walk. Every day. I walk when it’s cold, when it’s hot, when I’m sick, when I’m well, and when I’m questioning all my life choices. For the past 20 years, movement has been my therapy, my fuel, my caffeine. Even […]
You ever walk through soup? Not metaphorically. I mean real, breathable soup. That was me today on my way home. Dragging my legs like they were filled with lead and regret through the thickest, heaviest air this side of a pressure cooker. The kind of air that slaps […]
This past week, I’ve been stumbling across dimes like they’re trying to unionize on the sidewalk. One here, one there; shiny, unexpected, a little too consistent to ignore. And while my inner scientist whispers “coincidence,” my inner New Yorker with a flair for drama wonders: is this a […]
I’ve had some odd moments in life, but few compare to that time I mistook a bird for my missing phone. Yes, you read that right. You see, I have a knack for misplacing things. Keys? Sure. Glasses? Regularly. But my phone? That’s a treasure map worth guarding—or […]
In the fall and spring, morning walks in NYC can be quite hectic. In the summer, instead of so many suits, you catch glimpses of runners running on by. You catch a moment, or two of doggies being walked around the block. You also do see children running […]
What’s the most fun way to exercise? I used to enjoy jumping rope until my knees didn’t. I used to run on the treadmill until my knees disagreed. I used to do the elliptical every day until the pandemic hit. But, what I have consistently done is walk, […]
“I don’t sing because I’m happy; I’m happy because I sing.” William James It is an odd spring day for this week. The sun is out. It’s been raining for a week, or so it seems. Thus, collectively we’ve been a bit in the dumps. With the sun […]
Look, I’m a diehard New Yorker. I don’t drive. I love pierogies and bagels. I can walk for hours on end. Yet, lately I’ve been holding onto my pepper spray a little tighter and have been glad to wear a mask. Let’s start with the latter. New York […]
Back in the day people- I suppose mainly men-tipped their hats to one another. That hat tip was served as a sign of recognition, respect, or gratitude. Or sometimes it just plainly was a “hello”. Nowadays, I’m not too sure hat tipping occurs. There was an annual live […]
Life can be random. Completely random, especially if you let it be. Random is good. Or so it can, if you let it. And today I feel like being random. Or rather, today I feel like embracing randomness. And with that I encountered this random smell of chocolate […]
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