Up North

It took me an hour to get up to the Bronx. Why is it “the”? I had bribed myself with latte and bagel. I was barely awake enough to read, but there I was with my magazine reading about terms for causes of death in 16th century England: “blasted,” “cut of the stone,” “rising of […]

Seven

Seven months, seven sun salutations a day for every day of Lent except for like three days when I came home and I was very…tired. My train is the 3, an excellent train, another way I got lucky here. I had to transfer to a D at Atlantic Avenue-Barclay Center, that is, where Jay-Z sleeps […]

Signs of My Commute

Every time I pass this sign, I wince. They sell children’s clothing. Maybe this is just my problem. “Candy store” here is like “coffee shop.” It doesn’t tell you about the particular kind of business, merely that candy or coffee is among the many things they sell. Many of the so-called “candy stores” […]

Six Months

Part of my Lenten practice this year is Seven Sun Salutations, at least, in part, for the alliterative value of that practice. It reminds me of that bit on “Sesame Street” with the baker. “Seven…sun…salutations!” The other part is letting myself mourn my old life. One of my godmothers mentioned to me that it was […]