As summer comes to an end and events such as Hurricane Irene and random earthquakes mark moments that will forever be distinguished memories, I am left feeling a little untethered. I start the dialogue that summer has escaped me, that I’ve done nothing, but then my memory reminds me . . . I live a […]
May 10, 2011
Magnetic. So often I am turned to for dating advice and thought I’d share my past weekend here. We went to Soho to watch the Derby. I arrived late as my love affair with my yoga class on Saturdays is a high, an addiction, I am unwilling to sacrifice. So, when I was dating Mr. […]
April 4, 2011
Flying, again. These days a much less frequent occasion. Nonetheless, I return to a place long needed, but not long forgotten. My mind. It speaks . . . in a way it is incapable of doing so day to day. I am different here. I wonder if it is the expanse that lays below, the […]
March 24, 2011
Letting go of something I never grabbed onto. He was handsome, his lust found me, engulfed me. The moments together were light. Happy. And I, physically awakened. I kept seeking. Where was he. So simple. An opposing mirror to my complexity. The best me was suffocating. But my inner dialogues kept pressing. Don’t throw someone […]
February 1, 2011
I miss writing. I miss this blog. And, you. I find myself somewhat breathless as I return to these old streams, layers of emotions and memories that are no longer the make up of my day. This blog, unintentionally, documents the life I lived in Puerto Rico. When I first started writing, I longed for […]
June 11, 2010
The episodic heart. The running dialogues in my mind, their words . . . they change. They vary from pain to understanding to my own admittance of fault. That evening A stated, “love and drama go hand in hand.” I know the guest was a female. My intuition says she arrived, and most likely arrives […]
June 9, 2010
The story. 10pm 6/1/10 The buzzer rings unexpectedly. We had just arrived home. The doorman’s voice through the intercom echoes, “You have a guest here.” A replied hurriedly, “I’ll come down.” As I unbuttoned my dress, laying the night to bed, I questioned who had arrived. I thought a dealer as A does have an […]
August 29, 2011
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