Last weekend, I returned to New York for the first time in one year and nine months--the first time since moving back to the West Coast. I knew that because of the baggage I left behind and the loss I had experienced there that I needed a solid reason for my first return trip. That… Continue reading New York was a Dream, a Memory, and a Haunting
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Beginnings
It started her first Saturday night in Brooklyn, when they walked along the East River and stopped occasionally to gawk at the Manhattan skyline, the way at sunset it shimmered with an Oz-like magic and at dark sucked up all the electricity to compete with the night sky. It was the awe of “Am I… Continue reading Beginnings
