Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but moving across the country makes the writer set aside those feelings until he unpacks a few more boxes. Now that… Read more “Farewell, New York: Riverside Park”
N: To the world at large, 2016 was a lot of things, most of them fairly awful. Much ink has already been spilled on all that. But… Read more “The Year in Books”
I grew up in a small town in central Wisconsin, population 1,000. I left it like a stone from a slingshot, skittering through a dizzying number of… Read more “New York, New York”
The lights dimmed, the movie started, and something unexpected happened. We experienced a rebirth of hope.
What a glorious feeling – I’m happy again! (How dreadful.)
Two for the price of one: Our recollections of the Brooklyn Book Festival.
In a city known for its expensive restaurants and flashy entertainment, we’ve found our niche in its cobwebby corners.
It was the first time we’d really heard one another’s voices, the first thing we did that could be described as a date, and we were both already bashfully and secretly in love.
“As a pair, we are not naturally predisposed to feats of athleticism. We are, however, quite predisposed to grand, romantic ideas and sudden outbursts of wanderlust.”
“In the end, the 50-cent admission was only the first thing about the place that made us feel like time travelers.”