It’s hard to describe Bensonhurst… but it’s one of those places that when you’re there, you know you’re there. It’s one of those places in Brooklyn where the subway runs in open air, where there is paint peeling off the columns and graffiti marking the walls of what probably were gorgeous Dorian-styled stations a hundred or so years ago…
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Something in the cosmos must have told me that it was a new year as I sat scribbling away at my list of things to do, and strangely that feeling hasn’t gone away yet. Okay, fine, it’s only been four days since then, but still.
...read more hereThis is just about the time of year when I start washing my hair of the residue of the previous twelve months. About this time, I usually find myself cutting loose all of the ugly strings I wrapped around myself all year…
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“I’m going to wipe this sucker off, frame it, and hang it up in our bedroom when we get an apartment.”
What a silly man I married…
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…there is always that moment when you look out the window and see autumn colored ivy growing on the brownstone walls in Harlem, and everything becomes all right again.
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I’ve been telling my stories with all the gentle calmness of a yogi trying to perfect her child’s-pose breath. As though my life is still the lather-rinse-repeat cycle it was last time I told any story at all. As though I have all the time in the world to tell these stories, because they’re not going anywhere significant anyway. I’ve been telling them to myself that way as well… but that’s not how the story goes.
...read more hereYesterday was a good day, though. That means that tomorrow has the possibility of being a good day as well. As a matter of fact, fuck it, today isn’t over yet.
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Today was the first day in a long time that I stepped outside of my house, and then went back inside to put on another layer of clothing.
...read more hereThe truth is that I have no real impetus to be up so early. It’s not like I have a ton of work to run off and do. I’m exonerated from that (until I get back home, that is). I could, of course, go out and explore the city, but the city will be here in the afternoon as well, will it not?
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