the world & words of a new york city writer

gretchen is a writer in new york city

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hello june

Six months later…

I’ve never gone so long in silence since I started this webpage in 2009.

Viva introspection.

Summertime in New York City if officially upon us. I’ve spent the past few months hitting keys; having my heart broken a couple times; and plotting and scheming on the reg.

The freedom that I have and life that I managed to build here baffles me, particularly when I click around this webpage. Certain periods that I revisit feel like a literally different life to me.

Recently I renewed my lease for another twelve months. That will put my gypsy feet in this apartment for three years – which is a record for me. Aside from the house I grew up in, I’ve never been anyplace that long since I left my folks crib in the middle of the night 17 years ago. Continue reading

then it was christmas

imageTonight a favorite person of mine carried a seven-foot present down second avenue for around a quarter of a mile. We wrapped it in lights and it’s been glowing ever since…

Christmas is closing in. It’s my fifth Christmas back in the states. Last year I didn’t have a tree, this year I am miraculously more cheerful. I smile much more than I was in September. I feel like 2016 was enough. Continue reading

blue tips. holiday whips.

imageHappy Sunday global lover tribe. I only work two days this week. One day will be remotely, because I’ll be in Boston for Thanksgiving.

Yesterday I feasted with a local favorite. We cooked too much food. He made jalapeño corn bread that was accompanied with dark rum punch. We dyed the tips of my hair blue.

Later on I waxed my legs during Patron shots.  I was poured a eucalyptus epsom soak and dipped myself in candlelit bath water.

The weekend wasn’t bad. 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

moons. touch. me.

While I didn’t mention Monday’s super moon… it mattered.

Now that my space is sacred and empty, it’s like I’ve constructed a 21 story high spiritual dojo. I still put the recent turn of my betterment (after that) is put down to her. Something touched me that night. Continue reading


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