Thanks to a certain Irishwoman and a dinner she organized at a Prospect Heights restaurant, I met an incredible librarian who fulfilled a dream of mine last Friday. For the first time in my New York life (12 and a half years), I got a tour of the main branch of the New York Public […]
A tornado walloped Brooklyn last night, and on the bus ride home it hit me that for the first time in my adult life, I'm having fun writing. This realization sprang not from the electrical currents in the air but from the simple fact I'm reliving the most painful moments of my creative expression from a safe distance.
Many people can isolate the exact moment when the spark took flight and, voila, they were in love, attached to another being unconditionally. A similar dynamic played out when I listened to The Clash after Lester Bangs educated me.