The scatting rhythm, near-perfect cadence, and power of the words that came out of the mouth of 22-year-old Amanda Gorman on Inauguration Day — may have just changed the world. But how? The art of the Spoken word has been around for decades, why are we able to embrace it now?
The recipe for any powerful prose is a confluence of events. It is part history, part timing, part heart. The biggest ingredients are digging deep into your soul and those around you to churn out the exact words, the precise phrase that will resonate and perhaps get stuck in…
The first one I ever got was gifted from my sister in law, a coveted n95, a cardboard-like mask that I firmly placed over my face the first time I ventured out of my apartment in search of sundries. Snug on my face made it difficult to breathe but allowed me to feel brave enough to venture on the long lines at CVS and Walgreens that I had avoided all these weeks. I came back with a bag full of hair dye, alcohol-free wipes (all that was left), and a desire for a more fashionable, breathable accessory to go be…
New York is famous for its rotating corners, one minute there’s an Italian restaurant seated to capacity the next it’s an eyeglass store. Stores often come and go, but the loss of Century 21 is truly devastating.
The suburbs have their malls, the country shopping outlets, but New Yorkers came in droves to wind their way through the multi-levels of one of the best shopping experiences I knew. One that was able to rebuild after 911 but not after Covid-19.
I started going to Century 21 as a teenager and spent most of my twenties making my way to Downtown…
As the daily briefing concludes, I am preparing to say goodbye to my imaginary boyfriend of 111days, Governor Andrew Cuomo. Am I ready?
For his final briefing, the governor traded in his golf shirt for a black suit with a popping lavender tie. He is for once sitting alone. There’s an Excelsior seal propped up in the background, parallel to the American Flag, and pictures of his family blurred in the background.
I can still remember the first day we met, me alone and frightened on my living room couch and him staring across from me in his polo shirt…
How are you coping?
Social isolation. Introverts love it. Extroverts fear it, and those in the middle are at a crossroads. For me, this uncertainty is surmounted by the fact that I am single and live alone and therefore easily forgotten.
Sometimes it’s good to be overlooked. I’m healthy, under 70 and not in the high-risk category for this deadly virus. I’m fortunate but I fear how all this extra me-time will help my already anxious psyche.
Being single at times is considered a luxury in this society. I often hear,
“You’re so lucky, you can go out every night,”
The makeup and breakup of a friendship that wouldn’t last
Cindy picked me up from LAX in her pristine navy-blue BMW with that new car smell. I pushed back the seat and we laughed as she filled me in on her latest escapades; her latest tryst, her promotion at work. It was as if no time had passed since high school, when we were inseparable.
Her designer jeans were loose around her waist. She was dieting again. I wasn’t and my jeans were starting to dig in after the long flight. …
I came across a great quote yesterday while flipping through my Instagram, it said,
Be extremely grateful that some things didn’t work out the way you once wanted them to.
And I am grateful to @yourtango for articulating this concept even if I couldn’t.
Holiday time is certainly one for reflection and with Thanksgiving around the corner, we literarily are supposed to give thanks, I mean it is right there in the title.
Be thankful. Give thanks.
And I do, often. In between the occasion vent sessions and self-pity. I try to make a concerted effort to let those in…