Not too long ago, I attended a funeral of a friend who was five years younger than me. After two and a half years of fighting the injuries he sustained in a car accident, he succumbed to them, leaving a church full of people dressed in black to eulogize his life. He was as jovial […]Read more "The Church in Times Square"
I love my neighborhood. It’s families and college students and people with dogs and ice cream trucks. I have trains on either side of my apartment, beautiful views of the sunset from atop the hill, and the neighborhood is peppered with great little parks. They’re great to me at least. One such park is across […]Read more "I Was Hit in the Face Tonight"
I love where I live. In a broad sense, I love New York City more than anywhere else in the world with the possible exception of the Enchanted Tiki Room at Disneyland. This place just does things for me. New things, all the time. It’s addictive in that way. In a more local sense, I […]Read more "Green Sticker on A Dead Man’s Door"
I spent the past week on the other side of the world in Singapore. It’s not a figure of speech—”the other side of the world”—I was actually on the inverse point of the planet from my life in New York City; the furthest I’ve ever been from home. In many ways, I’m still the little […]Read more "The Sacred Unsettling"
Tonight, I met a ghost. I had plans to go to dinner and see a show with some friends so as the sun began its descent, I walked from the train station to the restaurant in Hell’s Kitchen. I was minding my own business, enjoying the weather and the golden hour sunlight, but as I […]Read more "The Ghost and Mr. Brinson"
Sunday began not unlike any other day I’ve flown from here to there. My phone was charged, my mid-flight book was readily accessible in my backpack, and my bottle of water was filled. I’d spent the previous three days in Los Angeles with my friends and my other half, having the best time doing nothing […]Read more "A Really Big Hiccup"
The night before something big is to happen in my life, I don’t sleep very well. My mind can’t stop doing summersaults and my body can’t get comfortable. I know I’m not alone in this sort of night-before, anxiety-based alertness, but knowing it happens to other people doesn’t help me get to sleep. This state […]Read more "The Night Before New York"