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I am perched on a chair in my bedroom on which I think I have sat exactly four times in …
I am perched on a chair in my bedroom on which I think I have sat exactly four times in …
I hadn’t yet set foot in Zabar’s* as of 4 pm today, the first day of Passover, and yet there …
My 18-month-old son is standing at the window in our kitchen that looks out onto Broadway from the fifth floor. …
Listen. Did you hear that? It’s the sound of rain splashing against the fire escape outside my bedroom. It’s also, …
While I lay in bed last night, eyes closed, coveting elusive sleep, the world beyond my fifth-floor apartment was sheathed …
I’m still thinking about you. I realize that you are probably not still thinking about me. Not in any conscious …
Today I am back. Back from sunshine and lounging to city humidity and scurrying. Back from everyday-is-a-family-day to saving it …
I’ve been meeting once a week (more or less) with the same four women to share our lives and our …
My husband works in an industry where he regularly gets invited to “events.” These events are held at all the …
Yesterday I walked west on 83rd St. from the subway to meet my writing group. I passed a tree on …