Category Archives: New York
And if Regina Spektor happens to be giving a concert in Central Park on that particular Wednesday, who’s to say I have to move my painstakingly planned picnic?
The next day is exactly like the first.
We don’t check the news.
Phones die on the picnic table while we swim.
According to Google, there are twelve independent bookstores in upper Manhattan, the section of the city I call home.
After I signed a waiver that confirmed I wouldn’t sue Equinox if I died on the treadmill or passed out because I saw Blake Lively, we entered the immaculate studio.
It felt like I was coming face to face with someone I’ve known my whole life: a trusted confidant, a wise neighbor and teacher and principal and professor.
I wonder, sometimes, if you feel forgotten. After all, I did not become an English professor, as I once thought I might.
I would even go so far as to say that tidying, a good spring cleaning that freshens any staleness that has settled in over a long winter, can be a spiritual practice.
As soon as we walked into West Park Presbyterian Church, we were already in the wrong place.
Stories of travel compel us, she says, because “more reliably than anything else on earth, the road will force you to live in the present.”