Scene from a New York Morning

I gasped audibly when I rushed out of the turnstiles at the 34th St. station - not because I was late to class and had just run up the stairs but because the long underground corridor connecting Herald Square and 7th Ave was lined with homeless people. I walk through this passage several mornings a … Continue reading Scene from a New York Morning

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Does life happen to me or for me?

  When my parents' marriage began to unravel, I was in 5th grade. I had always been a mature kid, but even 10 years old is pretty young to become a frequent caretaker of younger siblings, which is what happened when there weren't two parents at home balancing responsibilities. Don't get me wrong: my parents … Continue reading Does life happen to me or for me?