I was listening to Glennon Doyle’s podcast this morning and something she said really struck me like a fly ball to the chin. It wasn’t even the main point of what she was talking about, or maybe it was since it’s what became lodged in my brain, but it rattled me in a way I …
As long as I’ve known about Samson, I’ve had questions about the dude. The story we were given as kids was that he was a super-macho, incredibly strong man whose Achilles heel was his hair. We knew if he cut said hair, all of his super-man strength would disappear and he’d be left weak and …
I love the story of Adam and Eve. As a kid, I loved it because they lived in what I imagined was a climate-controlled garden full of only the good animals. Lions, tigers, giraffes, otters, baby elephants; the good animals. To a seven-year-old, that sounded like an ideal life. Who am I kidding? I’m in …
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 …
It’s been a while since I’ve people-watched on Ninth Avenue. I used to do so quite often, spending long nights sitting by the window of our favorite bar, talking with friends and watching strangers as they passed by. This week, with an excuse to remain in midtown until the start of a concert for which …
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