New York City has a bad a** reputation. Those of us who came of age in the 90s have been known to substitute “Crooklyn” for Brooklyn. We hold Cardi B in the highest regard for identifying as a “Bronx B**tch”. Grit is all of New York’s shared experience–the social glue that transcends class, ethnicity, and …
In my personal experience, when I see large scale ugliness in the world, my depression does a little victory dance. It says, “See! I was right all along”. There’s a lot of dancing going on these days. As soon as we seem to be making progress in America, on anything (vaccinations, the passage of a …
Anti-Racism Resources For White People: Compiled by Sarah Sophie Flicker and Alyssa Klein in May 2020, found via a tweet by Brittany Packnett. Shareable Anti-Racism Resources Guide: by Tasha K. Ryals. Who Gets To Be Afraid In America, by Ibram X. Kendi (see his bio below this article) Above are anti-racism resources for white folks, …
Although there have been shifts and tides since the onset of the #Metoo movement, it remains deeply pertinent and personal to so many of us, triggering memories of our own sexual traumas, causing us to speak to the interiority of our experiences and band together like never before. It is no surprise that the movement …
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She sorts out all her belongings, making neat piles on the sofa of her clothes, paintings, jewelry, and the old biscuit tins and cigar boxes she transformed into Chinese works of art with decoupage, simply by cutting and pasting evocative images on the surface. Perhaps she smiles, remembering how amusing it had been to leaf …
I watched a documentary last night called ’32 Pills: My Sister’s Suicide”. It was rough going: I got about 30 minutes in before walking away. No one close to me has committed suicide, and I don’t dare venture into what that particular brand of hell must be like. But the central action of the film …
Last summer, days after my birthday, our family received a call in the middle of the night from my dad’s girlfriend, Pat. He’d died in her bed. Before the call to my mother-his ex-wife, I got a text sent from my dad’s phone written by Pat. It said: “Please Call It’s An Emergency”. I was …
