For the last twenty-five years, I’ve been a big city gal; concrete jungle where dreams are made of and all the rest. Mass transit, museums, if you can make it there, you can make it anywhere. Too much of the great outdoors unnerves me. Mother Nature makes me break out in hives. Where others see…
Tag: New York
Portrait of the Artist as a Young Girl
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…
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…
Wine and Cheese (Doodles) 