Last night, I was happy to be home. Ecstatic. After a long day of travel, a four-hour layover, and the roughest turbulence I have ever experienced—passengers were crying and I felt like I was riding the Texas Giant circa 1998—I was glad to be on the ground and walking toward baggage claim. Following the line …
I, like so many people, didn't know how long we'd be staying at home when the world began to close its doors. On March 12, I began what would become a year-and-counting of being away from normalcy and I made a decision on that day that I'd keep a digital journal throughout the year. Some …
I was introduced to Tricia and Miriam Baron at a dinner with friends in Brooklyn years ago, after which, we began running into each other at NY City Center shows. Our seats up top were close to each other so after many accidental run-ins, we began making plans to see each other on purpose. Our …
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They say once you’ve lived in New York for ten years, you can officially call yourself a New Yorker. Today, that’s me. Today is my tenth anniversary of living in New York City.
Right now, I’m sitting in my window sill watching the first snow of the season cascade down from the sky. It’s gathering on the steps of my fire escape, forming little white landscapes with peaks and valleys big enough only for Whos and Grinches, and I’m as content as I’ve ever been. My dog is …
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