The day before the wedding, I stopped at the bodega outside our address and allowed myself a moment of bliss in smelling all the flowers. I bought a bottle of Prosecco and a bundle of 5 pink peonies, their scent as present as the promise of bubbles and happiness. The Professor and I got upContinue reading “Peonies”
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Xenophobia
In 1989, New York was a gorging city full of people chasing and catching dreams. One year out of college, I was the admin at a bespoke architecture group. Snow swirled in white pancakes in the updraft across Fifth Avenue, and I stood at an office window entranced by the hustling life and undeniable beautyContinue reading “Xenophobia”
The line
You have to understand something about New York. It’s a city where absolutely everyone is looking for any and every break they can get. There’s a shifting line of what’s up and what’s down. It’s a cold-hearted thing, as those on the bottom claw their way up, and those on the top whimper as theyContinue reading “The line”
Xenophobia
In 1989, New York was a gorging city full of people chasing and catching dreams. One year out of college, I was the admin at a bespoke architecture group. Snow swirled in white pancakes in the updraft across Fifth Avenue, and I stood at an office window entranced by the hustling life and undeniable beautyContinue reading “Xenophobia”
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