Such a beautiful piece. I spent a month on the UWS in the summer of 2016 and walked each morning with a thermos of coffee over to Strawberry Hill. Then I would cut through Central Park and order breakfast at a diner on the UES: eggs benedict with Lox (to die for!). I’m a creature of habit and did this even on days it rained. Your article brought back so many fond memories. Thank you for that. 😊
I noticed a super minor typographical error: In the sentence “I’m not giving up my apartment,“ the closing quotation mark seems to have been switched into an opening quotation mark.
“Who is he?” she asks in a dreamy, Mad Hatter voice, addressing the air more than me. “Who am I?” I say, and “Who are you?” She says, “That is a very good question. I will have to think about it.”
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I think, “I like you, whoever you are.”
Beautiful. Simply beautiful. You make the landing. Every time.
The article beautifully captures moments in your life, intertwining personal reflections with vivid descriptions of New York City. It's a reminder of the power of storytelling and human connection in navigating life's complexities. Great work!
I love Toby (as a character) here. She’s so precise, and your dialogue with her charms me. Is this piece structured like the 4 paragraph exercise you posted a day or two ago, where the first paragraph is the end of the story?
Not intentionally! How interesting your comment is. A conversation with my mother was always anywhere and everywhere at the same time—in my versions of us! Are you coming to the zoom? It would be great to have you.
Your writing is like reading baby snapshots you used to print out. I oooh and ahhh'd over the sentences. And, then, I think, "Maybe I can't write at all…"
Love this writing! especially the rubber stopper bit! and John lennon pic drew me in an idol of songwriting for me !
Thank you.
Such a beautiful piece. I spent a month on the UWS in the summer of 2016 and walked each morning with a thermos of coffee over to Strawberry Hill. Then I would cut through Central Park and order breakfast at a diner on the UES: eggs benedict with Lox (to die for!). I’m a creature of habit and did this even on days it rained. Your article brought back so many fond memories. Thank you for that. 😊
I noticed a super minor typographical error: In the sentence “I’m not giving up my apartment,“ the closing quotation mark seems to have been switched into an opening quotation mark.
Huge thanks, and I will correct! Now I want lox and eggs. xxL
“Who is he?” she asks in a dreamy, Mad Hatter voice, addressing the air more than me. “Who am I?” I say, and “Who are you?” She says, “That is a very good question. I will have to think about it.”
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I think, “I like you, whoever you are.”
Beautiful. Simply beautiful. You make the landing. Every time.
Thanks!!
The article beautifully captures moments in your life, intertwining personal reflections with vivid descriptions of New York City. It's a reminder of the power of storytelling and human connection in navigating life's complexities. Great work!
I love Toby (as a character) here. She’s so precise, and your dialogue with her charms me. Is this piece structured like the 4 paragraph exercise you posted a day or two ago, where the first paragraph is the end of the story?
Not intentionally! How interesting your comment is. A conversation with my mother was always anywhere and everywhere at the same time—in my versions of us! Are you coming to the zoom? It would be great to have you.
Your writing is like reading baby snapshots you used to print out. I oooh and ahhh'd over the sentences. And, then, I think, "Maybe I can't write at all…"
I want to prompt freedom, not anxiety!