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… [Read more…]
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.… [Read more…]
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… [Read more…]
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… [Read more…]
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… [Read more…]
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… [Read more…]
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… [Read more…]
June 4, 2010
I haven’t written much and so here is the backgound to my next post. My life now a vast departure from the days of sand between my toes and wind flying through my hair as I rode my horse through untouched Puerto Rico. My surroundings now are touched, built up, the concrete schoolyard of New… [Read more…]
April 29, 2010
Remember A? Teterboro Awaits and the one with whom I awaited vulnerability, emotional intimacy, continuity. My steps and breaths now in New York find themselves alongside his. My nights, more often than not, are next to him in his lush bed. His arms wrapped around me, with my dog, we are now a family. .… [Read more…]
April 3, 2010
The air is not as thick. The noises more frenetic. My eyes are fixed on red bricks and white paned windows sprouting out of Bleecker Street. The cars and people passing are out of eyes view and I think of my life, this box that I now inhabit once again versus the expanse I roamed.… [Read more…]
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