On the 11th of September, 2001, with thousands of other New Yorkers, I walked toward home along the Williamsburg Bridge. Amid the fear and confusion, the attempt to reconcile what was, as of that morning, the unimaginable, we marched; desperate for news, for answers, for information. Less than 2 miles away, plumes of what was…
Tag: New York
Splitting Hairs
I used to change my hair, as the saying goes, as often as I changed my underwear. For almost a decade, I alternated between buzzing it to a grade 3 and wearing it long, with every awkward length in between. Pixie cut, long, bangs, layered, bobbed. Purple, multiple shades of red, black, and, for a…
The Mixed Up Chameleon
The other day my husband commented on how impressed he was that I ride my bike in the rain. “Well,” I said, “we’re in Denmark, that’s what you do here.” Dramatic pause. “I’m adaptable.” In fact, I’m so freakin’ adaptable that I’m practically a chameleon. Like walking, talking camouflage. Plonk me down and I’ll change…
New York Love Song
September 12. Yesterday left me drained, though I didn’t quite realize it until I sat down to write this. ‘Where were you’ posts, tributes, news stories. Photos of those gorgeous beams of light that shine upward and onward, like the city itself. In Copenhagen yesterday, it was a gray and rainy day, nothing of the…
Wine and Cheese (Doodles) 