Tag Archives: New York

Dancing in the Streets

There were people dancing in the streets All over the states on Saturday. A collective sigh of relief was had by those Who had been filled with anxiety And fear for the last four years. Anticipation for normalcy and steadiness, Instead of divineness and unpredictability Expanded quickly as music started playing, And cars started honking.Continue reading “Dancing in the Streets”

36th Street

After a long day of speech therapy and wandering around the city, I take a shortcut to return back to my hotel. 36th street. A random street. The sun has disappeared behind the clouds. The street is quiet, a welcomed change from Park Avenue. I’m halfway down between Park and Lexington when I notice aContinue reading “36th Street”

August in the City

I wrote this poem last year on a park bench in Washington Square Park. I carried an umbrella, walking down Fifth Avenue, waiting for the rain to fall. I held one of Patti Smith’s first books at the Strand. I admired Robert Mapplethorpe’s photographs at the Guggenheim. I told a man from Africa about ToniContinue reading “August in the City”

After Thanksgiving

We gathered together with family and friends to remind each other how thankful we are to have the love we’re fortunate to have in our lives. Thankfulness lingers in the air days after the Thursday holiday is done. Games were played, stories were shared, and the dog stole turkey when no one was looking.  TheContinue reading “After Thanksgiving”

#MeToo, One Year Later

One year ago, I was in a hotel room in New York City, about to leave and take the N train from 42nd street to 23rd street to see the Flatiron building, when I got a notification on my phone from CNN. There was a breaking story on Harvey Weinstein in the New Yorker. TheContinue reading “#MeToo, One Year Later”

Tweets from Sunday

August 12th, 2018 6:15 am I love when I’m in a place and my phone isn’t on the forefront of my mind. 6:50 am This is so important for someone like me who seemingly can’t detach from the lure of always needing to be updated on who posted what and when on Instagram. 7:01 amContinue reading “Tweets from Sunday”

New York

I’m writing this post at JFK, waiting to board a flight to Boston. I’m heartbroken to leave this city. Coming here, I didn’t expect to have an ache in my chest as I leave. This city, the people, the art, the culture, the literature, all of it is magic. Yes, it can be smelly. Yes,Continue reading “New York”