the world & words of a new york city writer

gretchen is a writer in new york city

Author: the writer (page 11 of 276)

staying home. shutting down.

Trauma is a strange beast. No matter how much you pat her in your lap to keep her calm, you know sooner or img_7433later, with one quick neck whip – she bites you, again.

Everyone on Earth experiences trauma to a certain degree. I feel like anyone who disagrees with that might be still in some type of denial period.

Matters of the heart are among my top traumatizing periods. Like now, for example. Continue reading

banter. boyfriends. blocking.

So, I started this webpage as a wife of nine years and have spun more boys through the past five than I can img_7412count. It’s usually terribly boring, and, until recently – I didn’t take any of it to heart, really.

However, there have been one or two times when a man in my life finds out about FollowMeToNYC. This is fine and everything, but not after we stop talking.

If I know someone personally, and we stop talking, and the person continues to come around here to see what’s popping – I classify them as a creep.

Go away. Continue reading

guardia di attraversamento

guardia di attraversamento

abbiamo detto tutti
quella Continue reading

pumpkins. staying up.

img_7521My weekend has been spent staying awake, carving pumpkins and weaving around midtown.

I’m happy to have a friend around while I ride out the end of the most recent stint of terrible. I ate Thai food last night and laughed until I was lying on the ground in giggles. My friend put a pumpkin on his head to make me smile and carved out the face that I drew on another one. Continue reading

seraphic tumbling

seraphic tumbling

The weather turns cold and brown. Eyes shift blue.
I’m looking up. No longer at the ground. Continue reading

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