There’s a man who sits with his daughter in the back car of the 1 train on their evening commute. I assume he picks her up from school or aftercare once he’s finished with work for the day and together, they take the train home. They’re an unassuming pair, save for the fact that she’s […]Read more "In a World of Pure Imagination"
There was a period of time a few years ago when every negative thing that happened in anyone’s life was considered the product of bullying. I’ll admit, we played it fast and loose with the term and the playground was pegged as the ultimate battlefield for a child’s self-worth. If another kid made fun of […]Read more "“Never, give up!”"
I love Tony night. There’s something about seeing so many people riled up about a live, in-person, artform that really makes the air in New York crackle and spark. Especially now, when entertainment has become almost wholly digitized and instantaneous, going to the theater to see a performance that’s happening right then, in front of […]Read more "How ‘Letting the Sun Shine in’ and an Actor I Don’t Know Changed My Life"
Bethany and I were not friends. She lived in a two story blue house that backed up to the lot where our elementary school sat. It looked like an upscale barn from the cover of a home décor magazine. Each day, she walked to and from school, skipping and tossing her long blonde hair to […]Read more "The Summer of ’93: The Music Man, a Pool Party & Bethany"
There’s a daredevil in all of us and what that means differs person-to-person. One person’s sky diving is another person’s speed dating which is another person’s wearing that red dress to the office. When I was young, my version of skydiving was climbing as high as I could in our backyard tree. If the branch […]Read more "In my Rear-View: The Unencumbered Freedom of Youth & the Great (Car) War"
Yesterday, I got on the 1 train to head uptown to my apartment and much to the relief of my tired feet, a seat was available. The 1 train is the principle mode of transportation to the Upper West Side, so the evening rush hour commute is a burdensome one, heavy with people traffic. As […]Read more "Big Magic: How Reading Changed my Writing, my Relationships & Me."
In the same week that Starbucks baited all of mankind with the Unicorn Frappuccino – something undeniably photogenic with its hues of pink, purple and blue but also undeniably questionable in taste – I experienced something truly magical: my first non-stick frying pan. Yes, I’d owned pans in the past which claimed to be non-stick […]Read more "Happy Accidents."