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The River, the Floating Lanterns and the White Balloons

by 10/16/2014
Neighborhood: All Over, Featured, Financial District, Tribeca, West Village

Like 1 Google +1 0 Retweet 1 Friday, September 9, 2011. My friend and neighbor Judy the Therapist and I ponder the upcoming 10th anniversary of the World Trade Center and Pentagon attacks. On that terrible day, Judy and a young couple from my building had just picked up the morning paper at a news […]

A Picnic in Eden

by 09/01/2014
Neighborhood: Brooklyn, Williamsburg

Like 13 Google +1 0 Retweet 6 "No, it is not only our fate but our business to lose innocence, and once we have lost that, it is futile to attempt a picnic in Eden.” — Elizabeth Bowen There’s a man across the street. He’s seventy-five, maybe eighty years old. He comes out of a […]

Scented

by 08/26/2014
Neighborhood: Featured, Financial District, Manhattan

Like 8 Google +1 0 Retweet 1 I'm not the girl who woke up from another one-night-stand. But I could be, in the view from the Sephora window. It's raining: The dull Saturday too-early morning pitter-patters against the makeup counters; my nerves, pounding on the exposed brick. I feel like a quasi-well-dressed spy. Partly because […]

Colin Powell, Elvis Presley, and Mario Cuomo

by 06/12/2014
Neighborhood: Kew Gardens Hills, Queens

Like 8 Google +1 0 Retweet 3 Often the Jewish dumpster is stuffed with bread: not tonight; but walking home a man in a hat says, “Excuse me. Are you Jewish?” I say “No” because last time I was asked that question I said “Yes,” and three Jews wrapped me in ribbons and made me […]

Christmas Morning

by 05/26/2014
Neighborhood: Forest Hills

Like 1 Google +1 0 Retweet 1 This morning I made Ramen noodles with extra veggies in it, and peanut butter and Korean bean paste. Then took a walk, crossed Grand Central on over to Queens Boulevard where an Asian woman walking a little dog caught my eye. She saw my eye was caught by […]

There Will Be Blood

by 04/23/2014
Neighborhood: Featured, Yorkville

Like 33 Google +1 0 Retweet 15 At 16, my dream job was working behind the deli counter at Daitch Shopwell. As a stock boy this would be a coup. Watching Milton or Marty cut thin slices of rare roast beef and Jarlsberg Swiss, I cried with pain. Pain that some son of a bitch […]

Last Night at Mrs. C’s

by 04/16/2014
Neighborhood: East Village, Featured

Like 73 Google +1 0 Retweet 7 When we were kids, starting at about 15-years old, there was a bar we’d frequent on Fifth Street east of Avenue A, just past the Con Edison substation. It was called the Chic Choc, but we knew it either as Chic’s or Mrs. C’s. Customers addressed the woman […]

An Education on Avenue B

by 03/23/2014
Neighborhood: East Village, Featured

Like 284 Google +1 0 Retweet 9 In 1971, when I was 11 years old, my world was turned upside down when my parents decided to send me to a Jewish Day School on the Lower East Side. From grades 1 to 5, I’d gone to the Downtown Community School, or DCS as it was […]

Sliced Tomatoes

by 03/16/2014
Neighborhood: Boro Park, Featured

Like 22 Google +1 0 Retweet 3 In the Jewish neighborhoods he was “Morris, the Maven of Tomatoes.” The orthodox women hardly talked to him, except to call out their orders in Yiddish, enough of which he understood, or to haggle about his high prices or to complain about the accuracy of the scale that […]

The Laughter of the Maestro

by 03/09/2014
Neighborhood: Featured, Fort Greene

Like 10 Google +1 0 Retweet 3 Last week I was walking home through a snowstorm. Turning the corner toward Fulton I called Cecil Taylor, who lived in the last unrenovated brownstone on that street. We knew each other from back in the 70s. The jazz pianist’s manager James Spicer had been a mutual friend, […]

No Slices

by 02/04/2014
Neighborhood: DUMBO, Union Square

Like 52 Google +1 0 Retweet 1 Pizza had been on my mind that summer. Who could forget the ever-present sensation of melting? Our skin like sweating cheese, like crusts toasted to a golden brown. We stank, all of us — the garlic you had for lunch, everyone could smell it in the subway car, […]

Washington Square Park

by 01/26/2014
Neighborhood: Featured, Greenwich Village

Like 249 Google +1 0 Retweet 7 I have a friend. For the purposes of this story, let’s call him Monte. When I was a kid there were lots of guys in the neighborhood named Monte. Now I don’t know anyone with that name. From the time he was 13, just after his bar mitzvah […]