crushed commitment

crushed commitment My husband pawned his wedding ring for $275 two months after I gave it to him. He drank the money and fell asleep on Avenue B. When he came home the next day, he lied about everything. He lied about where the ring was. He lied about the drinking. He lied. Again. I tenderly removed my ring and tucked it in the silk-lined box I saved after purchasing the set I couldn’t afford. The money he took from a grey-eyed woman with...

Lyndhurst

I came across this piece from 2003 today, written after I left the city for what would end up being a year, or nine... I left New York City. It was the day after a spider-legged woman stepped out of a stretch limousine, nearly tripped over a homeless man, and entered into an exhibit in SOHO to decide what starving painter she would feed with her dead husband’s money. The owners of the studio seemed so pleased with the turn out. He met me at...

mending restoration

mending restoration My shoulders rolled. To a back crack Today. For the first time. I thought Of you. And him. And life. And me. A solution of we. That you were never Part of. Belief in one life. Was Not good enough for your standard. He arrived. Strong hands. Carved back. Honest Like everything. You think you are Above. I rose. And fell. I skinned Knees. Elbows. Shins. Soul. While You allowed and gloated within how Tender my scrapes stay. And...

MY FIRST INTERVIEW

As I have ranted about of recent, last Monday I was interviewed by my new friend Patrick for his podcast project: MyNY. LISTEN HERE I'm in love with FollowMeToNYC being featured on MyNY ... SUCH an honor. I talk a lot about inspiration in these parts. Patrick is inspiring. The two of us connected on Instagram and within a week were sitting in my apartment chatting about writing, australia, new york city and so many other things. I hope you...

letters and learning

Namaste blog tribe This morning I wrote a letter to my pen pal in Australia. We bumped into each other one day and have been in love ever since. When you believe you're from outer space, and you run into someone with similar understanding - you essentially recognize each other immediately. It's been 16 days since I busted my foot. I'm still bloody icing it. My best friend and I were laughing last night that I continue to use the "sandwich pack"...
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