I walk through Times Square all the time. Truth to tell, I walk through Times Square usually in a huge hurry to make a train and generally filled with irritation at some slow-moving, camera-wielding, rubber-necking tourist who is hogging the … Continue reading →
You expect the phone to ring any moment. Something happens and you can hear yourself saying the same phrase they did. You pull on a sweater and notice that it’s exactly the color they wore. You haven’t celebrated their birthday … Continue reading →
To know someone is to love them and to love them means getting to know them. There is nothing more intimidating to me than the yawning approach of the holidays–birthdays come second place–and the prospect of trying to find the … Continue reading →
