Past life

I miss my old life. I miss my friends. I miss the regulars at Sunday night yoga–how we would all help the teacher close down the studio after the last class and linger chatting at the door. I miss my writing class in the LES studio apartment with a drafty window. I miss the bike […]

Lost it

At first the days were few, but now they are many. The days that make me say, I don’t know if I can do this anymore. I have kindly warned my roommates: I’m losing it. I’m losing my mind. Just so you know. So you can keep your eye out I guess. But for what […]