For the past 11 months, my notebooks have been in a suitcase locked away. Not the ones that are in my handbag filled with blue ink, of course. But my history. I took such an emotional and psychological beating over a three year period, that I shut off one of the most important parts of me. Sure there's a lot of my words floating around here on this site, but they aren't inky. Ink is and will always be what flows through my veins. My blood line....
There's an ongoing joke between my people and I about my ex husband collection. How I never date, I just get married. I think the last time I had a boyfriend was in high school. So now, finally, at 37 years old - I have a boyfriend. An exceptionally hot boyfriend, in fact. My boyfriend's parents are from Italy, he has four siblings like I do and he's quite fond of the puppies. He and I have plenty of jokes about how I've been to Brooklyn more...
Last Friday night I tossed the puppies in a cab and zoomed off to Brooklyn to see someone I haven't stopped thinking about since the day we met. I got home Monday morning. My heart was caged for a long time. I've galavanted around briefly with a few suitors, written some poems, fallen in love with the idea of falling in love - over and over. However, happily, I can finally say that I'm in a place past words. Most of my words recently are being...
I always have jokes about Brooklyn. How me traveling outside of Manhattan involves me "leaving the island". The fact that my world is a cozy four-block radius pocket of midtown; anywhere that I can't get to on foot is essentially far. Seldom, I cross waters to visit Brooklyn. I have tribal members in the Williamsburg and Green Point areas. But truth be told, I don't visit as much as I should. Now, to everyone's disbelief, I've paired up with a...
I bumped my head the night we met and never saw things the same way again. The second day I saw him, we walked down a boardwalk along a salt-scented Brooklyn coastline. He wore sweatpants and a baseball hat and we talked about him being first generation and me having left for a decade. We comment on the different shades of green blossoms in each other’s eyes. He kisses me at Cony Island, on the subway and all other kinds of pubic places. “I...