This is my third or fourth blog, as I'm quick to abandon them and then regret the loss of something well written in my memory. But then with short concern I imagine that it only felt well written after a hot cocoa with cointreau.
So with sober laptop and more sober recollections, I have managed to surface a few thoughts worth typing out... the unfortunate thing for you lot, is that I may well abandon this one too. Crossing fingers and streets to hope I might stick around for a while... I might finally be old enough to have the patience of time.
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06.|. Discovering New York City
I have an early and highly visual memory of staying with my grandmother in Forest Hills, where she lived in a great big white brick building...
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I take a lot of pictures. My days in front of a camera were numbered. Now I carry it with me, an iPhone at the very least, and rec...
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When I was little, most summers my parents would pack up the car for the long drive to Uncle George’s farm. Hours would pass counting out of...
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This is my third or fourth blog, as I'm quick to abandon them and then regret the loss of something well written in my memory. But then...
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