You’re Out of the Night

I didn’t tell Dull that I wondered what I was doing with my life as I sat in my windowless, air-conditioned classroom—when I began to understand that a break year meant not really being at home anywhere.

Jews Playing Basketball

J. Margolies weaves basketball and Judaism onto a canvas of New York in the '70s.

Direction By Mercy

For immigrants, language and customs are the most challenging things when moving to a foreign country.

Good Humor

A story about about a summer selling ice cream in the 1970s, the Hells Angels, Bowery flop houses and the down-and-out in the East Village.

Mr. Beller’s Neighborhood Reading Tonight!

Below 14th

In 1984 Jacob Margolies returns to his old neighborhood, the Lower East Side and can't believe the change - in the people as well as the place.

A Comparative Analysis of the Heroic Exploits of Antarctic Explorer Ernest Shackleton and Downtown Resident Brent Shearer During The Five-Night “Sandy” Blackout

The title says it all.

Mr. Beller’s Neighborhood Reading Series Returns!!!

The reading series is back! February 21 at 7 PM, Dixon Place in the Lower East Side, 161 Christie St, b/t Rivington and Delancey.

Hurricane Kingdom

What will happen after the storm? Marie Sabatino's question reverberates through the canyons of the Lower East Side and the bed room of her best friend, where she weathered Sandy.

Bento Box Bingo

Ben Yagoda tells the story of a secretive Lower East Side Bento Box company whose front door doubles as an art gallery.

Mr. Beller’s Neighborhood Reading, September 23 At Happy Ending

MR. BELLER’S NEIGHBORHOOD READING SERIES HAPPY ENDING in the Lower East Side Friday, September 23, 8:00 PM A Free Evening of Non-Fiction In The Lower East Side. Reading on September 23 will be: Rob Williams - Bear Patrol  Lily Shen – It Is Easy To Speak Chinese Kenneth P. Nolan - Farrell’s Nathaniel Page - Spanked  The host is Connor Gaudet - Hung Out […]

Primary Day

I stumbled bleary-eyed out of my building still hours before the sun would rise over the East River. Allen Street was black and still. The bars were closed and the morning rush hadn’t yet begun. The homeless slept soundly in the street-median park. Waiting in her car in front of my building was Maggie, 40ish […]