A Week In the Worst Month of the Year Monday: I spent the morning completing my application for a school I’m hoping to get into in the fall. It was Purim, a Jewish holiday of which I only vaguely understand… Continue Reading
I was taught to always squeeze my toothpaste from the bottom of the tube to ensure that every drop goes to the top. Somehow, once you’re left with nothing but a gooey cap screwed to a flattened piece of plastic… Continue Reading
Garage Sale, 2020, Mom’s Records, Everything Must Go Do you ever spend the night away from home and when you awake the next morning it takes you a few moments to realize where you are? You have no sense at… Continue Reading
… And For Some Reason Spain Hi! How are you? No, no. That’s a dumb question. I meant, how are you coping? Have you stopped marking time? Have you stopped making plans? Maybe you are making plans! In your mind.… Continue Reading
“It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society.” ~ Jiddu Krishnamurti It’s 4pm on a Tuesday. I’m at work. I’ve spent the last 5 hours perusing online magazines, eating protein bars I swiped… Continue Reading
Last week I auditioned for a theater company that was holding a casting for two productions. They’re unpaid, non-union, and therefore low stakes, but nevertheless I was nervous. The production for which I was hoping to be cast is called… Continue Reading
And Other Thoughts I’ve Had Since December… Throughout different periods of my adult life I’ve experienced several forms of depression. There’s the kind in which I don’t talk to anyone for weeks on end and I feel like the world… Continue Reading
The next piece is a cobbling together of two essays I wrote over the last few days. I write nearly everyday, but as you can see I rarely publish. As a promise to myself in light of New Year’s sentimentality,… Continue Reading
Two nights ago I went to a gathering at a charming little cafe with an outdoor event space that looks like a burning man camp got lost on their way to the desert and ended up in Bushwick. I decided… Continue Reading
It’s a cold, wet, spring morning; I can hear birds chirping outside – which is unusual because I live in Brooklyn. But the sound of their songs and the smell of this air awakens a warm feeling inside me. A… Continue Reading