Thursday, November 10 2016
In the corridor under 6th and 7th adventures, between the L train and 123 trains, people are grieving, sharing, and contemplating the results of the election. Some are stopping to read, others to talk to and console one another.
On the topic of: Aftermath, Election 2016, Election Aftermath, Grief, Manhattan, MTA, NYC, Subway Therapy, Voting
Monday, August 4 2014
Somewhere after 5pm, we got to see my dad. It looked like they'd cut his head off and reattached it using a staple gun. He was breathing through a tube through a gaping hole in whatever the name is for that divot of a place below your neck, between your clavicles. It was one of the most horrific and miraculous things I've ever seen.
On the topic of: Dad's Laryngectomy, Family, Grief, Hospitals, Pittsburgh, Surgery
Monday, May 12 2014
To properly process or understand anything, you need a brief reprieve or escape from it. Grief is no exception.
After saying goodbye to the family in Wexford and packing for the trip back to NYC, I drove into Pittsburgh.
I stopped at Espresso a Mano, my old Lawrenceville Coffice, to catch up with my old friend, Mahsa.