The Park Ranger pointed North, “Two miles up the path you will see the trail branch off up to The Waterfall. The final mile up you will notice a slight increase in difficulty.” (Slight increase was more than a slight understatement.) After a grueling hour scrambling over rocks and roots we reach the top of… Read more »
Posts Tagged: freedom
Stache
I shave my face. Yep, that’s right, starting three weeks ago, I am THE smooth upper lip chick! I am thrilled! But I have gotten some uneasy glances when I ask my friends to feel how smooth my lip is. Not because I am asking them to pet me, but rather because I am talking… Read more »
Inflation
This time each year, it happens every time I drive along the streets or walk the sidewalks of my neighborhood. I am calmly going about my day, when suddenly I turn the corner and one of THEM appears right before me. They are appearing like mushrooms. They are taking over. They are Inflatables. I feel… Read more »
54 West 70th
For a couple of years in my thirties, I lived in a studio apartment on the Upper West Side (UWS) of Manhattan. Studio is New York for teeny. It was two hundred and fifty (250) square feet. You know your walk-in closet? Yeah, twice that. Here, let me give you a tour… come through the… Read more »
Let Go of Your O
I open my mailbox and my heart sinks. Oh no. Here is ANOTHER one. I can tell by the mass, the tell tale-plastic wrap, and wait… Yes, there it is, that smile beaming from the front cover – once warm and welcoming – now… derisive. O Magazine! With the arrival of this latest edition, I… Read more »