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Escalation
There seems to be a bit of curiosity over the fact that I encounter so many looney-tunes, for lack of a better term. I’d like to address this if I may. After considerable musing I’ve come up with a few...
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Back To The Old Grind
Once upon a time there was a tall, skinny girl with a formidable cocaine habit who used to grind her teeth. Seems she’s grinding them again, just this time without all the fun. I wake up every morning...
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America’s Day Off
It’s Labor Day in the U.S.A. and we Americans take it very seriously. Not only is no one working but they’ve more or less flown the coop. My neighborhood is so dead it looks like an abandoned movie...
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Mama Pajama
Here I am once again on the number 6 train turtling downtown. If that announcement comes on one more time…we are being delayed by train traffic ahead of us, please be patient…I’ll find that announcer...
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The Can Man And Me
6:45 a.m. corner of 80th and Madison… There’s a man picking out all the cans and plastic bottles from the corner trashcan. I squeeze around him to mail a letter. He grabs my ankle causing me to almost...
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Minutes From A New York Writer’s Workshop
This may become a feature…we’ll see. But it’s dawned on me, though making copious mental notes of all I see, I’m not always quick on the draw dialogue wise, wading through and wasting, some of the best...
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Baby Makes Three
On the heels of my essay, All Shook Up… http://athingirl.com/2013/11/13/im-all-shook-up/ about my very pregnant upstairs neighbor… that very night there was a shy knock on the door. “Who is it?” No...
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Discomfort Food
I’m here in bed with a hot water bottle and no, I’m not wearing lingerie. Rolaids are on the bedside table along with ginger-ale and a cup of cold camomile tea. Camille and I went to our first...
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Sardines In A Can
I often write about subway life, the only way to get around quickly in Manhattan. The trains are truly amazing, until they get stuck with you smashed against some guy with breathtaking BO that is. He...
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Ten Little Indians
Every Sunday morning I go to Tal Bagels on 83rd and Lexington to get one of their mini specials. After six days of oatmeal I give myself a break. Not that I’m not fond of the porridge I make every day...
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Sweet Interlude
As I was walking down 86th Street a woman holding a baby was coming towards me. She was pointing to a tree explaining its blossoms. I loved how intensely the child listened as if he understood every...
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More Breadtime Stories
I was stretching in front of the Guggenheim Museum when I notice a bakery truck, double-parked, while watching the driver and two cops verbally duke it out. Naturally I put that leaf in my ear to...
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Snoogums Oh Ma Huna
There’s a woman who works at a Starbucks I frequent who has a cartload of names for her customers…doesn’t matter how many times you tell her the right one she’s supposed to jot on your cup like a dog...
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I live on the Upper East Side in the middle of a pretty block. If you go west, all is clean and peaceful, doormen sweeping, hosing down the pavement. Seasonal flowers planted on each esplanade....
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When Men Are Men
It’s 4 A.M. on a Friday morning, as I head to a very early job. The city, though quieter to be sure, is anything but asleep, especially where the trains are concerned. As a true blue New Yorker, I’m...
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Staying the Course
A friend of mine put it well…these are unprecedented times. I’ll say. If these 5 months have taught me anything it’s, I know nothing of what’s to come. New York is like a war zone as you make your way...
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