Tuesday Night in Omiš
We venture downtown eventually
to eat hake caught fresh that afternoon
and a pastry the waiter recommends.
Caroline (Higgins) Nyczak (’11) lives in Brooklyn, New York, where she spends the vast majority of her time teaching English Language Arts. You may also find her at barre exercise classes or playing (and losing) at bar trivia. She continues to be inspired by the energy and diversity of New York City and the beauty of that certain slant of light.
Frankie works at Franklin Park on Franklin Avenue
That’s the thing about Frankie—he pours the glasses to the brim.
Vast Vocation
Living a life of purpose, meaning (fine…vocation), means remembering that we are here for more than ourselves and there are no ordinary people.
I Spent January with Yoga and the Enneagram
I did it because the studio was across the street and doing an incentive program where I got the next two months at a discount if I completed the challenge.
2018: We Made It
It gets late and pretty soon my brother is dancing on the kitchen stools to the songs he was making fun of earlier. We make mozzarella sticks and pigs in a blanket.
I’m Passionate about the Bridges in Taylor Swift Breakup Songs
I recently tried to explain heartbreak to someone who has never had their heart broken. It didn’t go well.
On Not Doing All the Cooking
“Good morning! There are pancakes!”
Before, Ninth, After
“As long as you end up married, it was a success.”
Queso Heart
I don’t write about Steve that much on this blog because it’s cheesy and annoying and also I know that love isn’t just the cheesy stuff.
An Ode to Trader Joe’s
You’ll know you’re getting close to the cashiers when someone tells you to go to the yellow cheese, the red pepper or the green grapes.
Chinese Takeout
In that apartment, we started with four and ended with two because Eliza got married which is a good thing and we love her wife but it’s still kind of sad because we love her too, you know?
A Letter to My Daughter (Should I Have One)
Wear your womanhood however you prefer. Wear it as a low-cut tank top and your short-shorts in the park, drinking lemonade.
Spring in Brooklyn (for the Twentysomethings)
We believe in the solstice spirit
the holy Prospect Park
the fellowship of friends
the prayers of all people
the rotation of the earth
and the light everlasting.
Cream Cheese and Bagels
And I walk with the man I am going to marry and my brother and Zachary who is basically my brother and we think about Ryan who was basically our brother.
Confessions of a Calorie Counter
You learn to love the foods that have nothing. Coffee. Mustard. Certain brands of hot sauce.
“Is it a Video?”
I have been so in love that all the light around me seemed white-hot. I have spent days where I only remember the smell of sunlight and skin. I have said goodbye at train stations in Europe. I have been told to not look back.
Three-Alarm Fire
The street is lined in red light
and girls with cats in cages.
Stand outside in the frigid, January air.
Good Guys vs. Bad Guys
I am baffled as I listen to TV reporters and NPR correspondents struggle to reconcile their love for someone with the terrible things that person did. We all love people who have done horrible things.
First Light
Crowds of people stand with their backs to the colors, their eyes on their phones or on the train tracks. “Turn around!” I want to say, “You’re missing it.”
Blue Monday (A Tribute to Tom Petty)
For a moment, I wondered if I should be embarrassed. Then I remembered that loving Tom Petty is not embarrassing.
Within the Veil
This is the curtain call, a standing ovation for being present. We all saw the curtain between earth and heaven rise and fall again.
Once Crossing The Hudson
The next day is exactly like the first.
We don’t check the news.
Phones die on the picnic table while we swim.
Leave Your Comfort Zone: Equinox Edition
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.
15 Things I Learned from my Father
11. Marry someone who isn’t afraid to challenge you and then write them love poems. Kiss them in front of your kids even if they pretend they don’t like it.
Returning (A Love Letter)
First, this is a poem to say thank you
for taking me back to Budapest.
Instructions for Living an Untimed Life
Mostly, I pace. While I pace, I think about what I’ll make for dinner. I think about the fact that I’ll have time to make dinner because we test again tomorrow so that means no lesson planning.
I Read Fun Home in New Orleans
I examine the photos of us together on my phone. “I look like a cartoon character and you look like a Dominatrix. I’d say these fit our personalities pretty well!”
Chimera
At dinner, we held hands and prayed out loud at the restaurants. Everyone did. To different gods.
26.
Forgive me, I still haven’t learned the difference
between beautiful and important things.
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