A very young man who called himself September took these photos. I met him my freshman year at NYU and he asked me to sit for him, a last-minute photography final deadline approaching. Looking at them now, I wonder what he saw when he looked through his camera. In one photo I am camouflaged, black…
Tag: New York
Divine Secrets of the Punk Rock Sisterhood, Part II
This is part II of a two part post. You can read Part I here: Divine Secrets of the Punk Rock Sisterhood, Part I Heather and I both dropped out of University after our freshman year. We had our own reasons. Mine were financial, hers were not. Though fractures had started to crack the surface…
Divine Secrets of the Punk Rock Sisterhood, Part I
I woke this morning, a gray and rainy Copenhagen sky, musing about friendship. Not the intense friendships you form as an ex-pat, the ones that go from “Hi, what’s your name?” to “Will you be my child’s guardian/emergency school contact?” in the space of five minutes. I woke thinking of my best friend all throughout…
The Island of Misfits
Last week I chose potential spouses for my boys. Now for all I know, my sons will choose not to marry at all and they will be forced to look after me in my dottering senility. They may be gay, and I may end up with someone who will happily shoe shop with me. Or…
Wine and Cheese (Doodles) 