And now for something good. Last night, my neighbor - who is rapidly turning into a dearly beloved friend - invited me to a cabaret in the West Village. She texted me as I was formatting my previous post. I was sitting in my pajamas, hair a mess, braless, hungry, and crabby. I debated with … Continue reading Marie’s Crisis
I’m with her
National Mourning
Today, November 9, 2016, has inarguably been one of the most difficult days I’ve ever endured. The election was decided around 2:30am – Donald Trump had won the electoral vote by a slim margin – while I was fitfully sleeping. I awoke to tearful texts from my mother, expressions of rage from my sisters, both … Continue reading National Mourning
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