the world & words of a new york city writer

gretchen is a writer in new york city

Tag: family (page 2 of 31)

thanksgiving this year

Love to you all around the world! Welcome to another Thanksgiving post.

Ever since one of my four sisters ripped our family apart after I came back from Australia, my U.S. holidays have morphed somewhat.

I’m blessed to be with family, period. Continue reading

another friend’s loss. again.

Recently I made a friend who had a parent pass closely following our first encounter.

Nothing hurts more than losing what we hold most sacred. I have’t really stopped thinking of this person who I love during such a sad time.

I spoke with one of my favorite people earlier today about my lack of phone and slow, albeit gracious, embrace of anti screen-ville.

We exchanged “I love you” and plans… 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

out snapping

I’m snapping out of it blog tribe.img_6253

As a gypsy, minus my parents being 80 miles away – I don’t really have chunks of family somewhere. If I didn’t have a global cult of love-tribe who check in on me from time to time, it’s possible I might be classified a recluse.

Not that I’m misanthropic. Clearly not, or I wouldn’t fall in love every day, and I certainly wouldn’t live in midtown Manhattan. I love many humans, it’s just that since my divorce – I’m usually alone (minus the babies).

Anyways, last night I saw a favorite person who greeted me with, “How’s your boyfriend?”

Uuuuuuugh. Continue reading

holding me up

img_7299Regardless of what part of the planet I reside on… there is always a circle of some sort around me, holding me up.

In the instance of New York City, there are two fine gentlemen – one originally from the Bronx, the other from Brooklyn – who have essentially been carrying me around over the past month while I grieved the loss of another (not to mention favorite) love.

Love is for suckers. Continue reading

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