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Manhattan Mirage
by Dorothy Jaroschy 08/02/2014Neighborhood: Financial District, On the Waterfront, Staten Island
I am a New York City booster. And I travel its streets with all its positives and negatives crammed into my head, coloring everything I do, everything I see, everything I feel. I am very familiar with the city. And I love the sheer unpredictability of it, the Mad-Hatter kinetic energy. The zany atmosphere, the […]
On Turtle Bay
by Kevin Kinsella 11/11/2011Neighborhood: On the Waterfront, Turtle Bay
Twice weekly, we ride the ferry across the East River from the India Avenue landing in the Greenpoint section of Brooklyn to 34th Street on the Island of Manhattan. Two hours later, we make the return trip. Each time we come aboard, the pilot, the bill of his cap pulled low on his brow, greets […]
Once More Over the Bridge: May 24, 2008
by Victoria Olsen 07/01/2008Neighborhood: Multiple, On the Waterfront
I walked over the Brooklyn Bridge on my last day of classes. It was a beautiful day in May. I had walked over the bridge many mornings this year, dropping my daughter at her school in Brooklyn Heights and continuing to work. I teach the essay to first-year college students and it is a good […]
Young Russian Immigrants Turn to Heroin
by Anne Noyes Saini 03/31/2008Neighborhood: Brooklyn, On the Waterfront
Her daughter tried dozens of rehab clinics and treatment programs. After awhile, Olga says, they blurred into a familiar pattern: “program, back, program, back.” “Back” meaning: back on heroin. Olga, who asked that her and her daughter’s names be changed for this story, came to New York City with her family in 1997, refugees from […]
When Motorcyclists Can’t Feel Solitary Anymore
by Melissa Holbrook Pierson 03/02/2008Neighborhood: On the Waterfront
One of the children’s favorite holidays is now past, the heart-warming annual Recycling of the Desk Calendars. This followed hard upon the Transfiguration of the Christmas Décor, when inexplicable magic occurs: wreaths and lights, trees and cheery blow-ups quivering on lawns in vast profusion are overnight divested of hope and suddenly take on a forlorn, […]
On the Train Tracks in Marble Hill AKA Manonx, New York City- the circumsized north end of Manhhhhhaaaaattaaaaan
by Suhay Rosario 02/14/2006Neighborhood: Bronx, On the Waterfront
That morning I got up in the afternoon. My friend Micki came from 204th/Post Avenue, from her man’s crib complaining about his small penis saying, "My baby brother’s got a bigger dick than his!" And I had to get up and shower, leaving her in my room and I took the loofa with me because […]
Rockaway Beach Memoirs
by Fran Giuffre 07/12/2003Neighborhood: On the Waterfront, Queens
I was nearly there. Carrying my chair, beach bag and small cooler the few final yards to my usual spot, I was almost past the part I dreaded. It was the trek from the parking lot at Riis Park in the Rockaways, to my little beach at the start of neighboring Breezy Point. To get […]
What is Flotsam?
by Patrick J. Sauer 09/03/2002Neighborhood: On the Waterfront
There it was, in my Inbox, mocking me. Dragging me down to its oceanic depths. Instantly, drowning me in thoughts of that horrific day downtown in August of 2000 when I attempted to swim a mile in the Hudson River. The New York City Swims people e-mailed a friendly reminder to sign up for this […]
The Warehouse Fire
by Philip Lopate 12/29/2001Neighborhood: On the Waterfront
We were on our way to a downtown loft party in Emily’s Volkswagen, Emily, Kay and I, when we stopped off to see the ruins of a fire in the waterfront district, on Thritieth Street and Twelfth Avenue. This whole neighborhood, along the western spine of Manhatan, has always been mysterious to me, with its […]
Diana and Maddy
by Zachary Levin 11/24/2001Neighborhood: On the Waterfront
I often walk down the asphalt path that runs the length of Manhattan, on the shore of the Hudson River, hoping to see Diana. When I was with her things were not so pleasant. She smelled awful, and she sapped my energy, working me all night long and half the day. For the fourteen weeks […]