NYC Life · prose · writing

Subway

A single strand of long blonde hair dangles from the ceiling of the subway car. I wonder to myself how this rogue hair got there. Did a 12 foot behemoth of a woman bump her head? Did someone place it there festively like a strand of icicle tinsel? My thoughts lazily bounce back and forth the length of… Continue reading Subway

mindfulness · NYC Life · Spirituality · writing

Shut Up

“Today I’m going to get grounded,” I say decidedly, actually convinced I can make it happen. I get up early and elect to do a yoga video which ends up being way too advanced for me and I’m flailing about wildly, scissor-kicking my legs in the air like a drunken mule all the while repeating “I am… Continue reading Shut Up

NYC Life · writing

Poor Donatello

Sunday night. Low key. Four late-twentysomethings sit in a self-proclaimed “New Zealand” bar in the Financial District. We muse about growing up in the 90s… Nerf guns, Creepy Crawlers, Doug and Patty Mayonnaise. Someone holds a candle up to their face and starts reciting the Midnight Society speech from Are You Afraid of the Dark? only to have… Continue reading Poor Donatello