I love babies but I can’t stand kids”
Every day I used to find myself surrounded by hungry, frightened people who were desperate to “fix” what’s wrong (now we're all socially distanced but I bet it's still the same, maybe worse).
Every day I feel like I have arrived. Here I am at last. All the struggles and doubts and switchbacks and dumb moves got me here to my destination.
It’s only because of a telephone conversation with my friend, Nico, that I found out that Mt. Sinai is building a 70-bed tent hospital inside Central Park over in the East Meadow. That’s how small my world has gotten. The East Meadow is maybe a twenty-minute walk from here or a three-minute bus ride, but most of us aren’t riding many buses these days.
My grandmother bought me my first bra when I was 14 and I hated it.
We had a coupon for 20% off the basic ceremony and had rolled into Reno to discover that the County Clerk’s office was open until midnight every night of the week. We forked over $45 and signed on the antiquated lines labeled Groom and Bride.