New york — There is an inexorable force that pulls me into the oval. Placed here in 1866 by Calvert Vaux, before the memorial arch of soldiers and sailors crowned with Lady Columbia on her chariot, before the Art Deco public library across the street built to look like an open book, this planned oval introduces Prospect Park. Five years in Brooklyn, four apartments, and so many neighborhood walks later, I f...
New york — There was talk of poopies and pee-pee and farts. We ate seaweed and it made me think about how I grew up not eating seaweed. Grew up with Oscar Meyer’s Bologna and Spaghetti-Os. The first time I eve...
New york — I lost my way coming out the Carroll Street station and a couple of wrong turns later I found myself by this canal wondering where the heck I was. Turns out 3rd Street is not the same as 3rd Ave—some...
Flushing — It felt that way when you first moved there, not used to the humidity, and certainly, not used to the summer’s heat. Then you were so enamored with all the people everywhere, sweating and sticky too. ...
Sitting near Wisdom and Felicity.
A walk over the Brooklyn Bridge.
Lost In Brooklyn
When you've been out west, in high desert long enough, the city's humidity feels tropical, exciting.
Grilling, again.