New York comes to my rescue every day. I have a tendency to get sad without warning, and my fail-safe method for battling the blues is to meander along city streets on my bicycle. I find beauty everywhere I turn. My family has taken 2000 photos of the city since the year 1906, and I… Read more »
I love New York. I love everything from the smells to the blisters to the garbage on the mean streets. New York, New York. It’s glamorous and glorious. I moved to New York six years ago, and I’ve lived in the same building in Hell’s Kitchen for five of them. My neighborhood, which was once… Read more »
Before air conditioning, I spent entire Yorkville summers with the lights out in our 517 East 83rd Street apartment. Mom could page through a calendar in the winter and start sweating when June, July, August flipped by, but Dad loved the heat. He slept under a pipe in the Navy. Made for nice conversation. One afternoon… Read more »
Sometimes, when work is slow, I rent my apartment to make some extra cash. Yes that’s right—I allow strangers to have sex in my bed, and I am totally okay with it. I actually feel really good about my apartment getting some ass. So if you’re running low on money and you’re okay with strangers doing it where you… Read more »
Frantic about the possibility of bedbugs? Contributor Kelly Moore finds them in her apartment and lives to tell about it… My worst New York City nightmare came true. About two weeks ago, I woke up and found a bedbug in my bathroom sink. Yes, my bathroom sink. The moment I saw, it I knew what it was…. Read more »
By the light the silvery moon, New York in June. Zero Mostel sang it best in the 1968 film The Producers. http://youtu.be/VmZiJyj5eIw This past week, I experienced Manhattan in June. Pictured here is a cloud-swirled full moon over Washington Square; Gramercy Park balconies & ivy; Sheep Meadow squirrels; East River clouds, boats, lighthouses and bridges;… Read more »
Last night I went to the theatre to see a wonderful play called Venus in Fur. My friend Ross was the assistant director, so I hung around afterwards to congratulate him. I was waiting on the sidewalk outside of the theatre, innocently chatting with my theatre date about love, life, and the pursuit of happiness, when… Read more »
Yesterday, a hawk soared over Central Park’s Sailboat Lake (aka the Conservatory) for twenty minutes without a landing. The British were at the Band Shell celebrating the Olympics, charity, rugby, and the Queen’s 60th year on the throne. They also brought along a beautiful classic car just because. Near the statue of the Union soldier… Read more »
Anyone who has ever given me a haphazard pat on the back knows the consequences of that simple gesture. Touching my back—out of necessity or concern or coincidence—means subjecting yourself to one of my full meltdowns. Literally I melt—my spine curves into a hump, my shoulder blades poke upward, and my chin falls to my… Read more »
There is a reason why I live in an apartment in New York, a reason that goes far beyond the reaches of Sex and the City, a reason so old and so dear it is now imprinted in my DNA. *** My father’s siblings, four in all, are a special lot, wholly different than my… Read more »
