These hard economic times are affecting my age group more than any other age group out there. I have an architect friend who, in his 60s, will probably never have the chance to be an architect again. I have another friend who has worked for a large media company all
I’ve been home one week tonight. I’m struggling to remember New York and my life there. It feels like I’ve awakened from a dream that never really happened. One week ago I remember getting off the plane brimming with excitement, with confidence. I was refreshed, ready to conquer the world.
It was September 11, 2001. Four of us advertising gals were in Playa del Carmen, in Mexico, celebrating our friend’s 50th birthday when the terrorists attacked. I’ll never forget that morning. The early riser, I slipped into my clothes and quietly tiptoed out of our little casita in search for
I woke up at 6:00 this morning. Unfortunately, I had used the last of the coffee grounds two days ago and was not able to have my customary morning cup of coffee. You see, I wasn’t about to pay $10 for another pound, especially if I was only going to
Now that I’ve spent a month learning how to blog, tweet and optimize my search, I am officially hot to trot. I’ve learned how to add keywords, and the right ones at that. How to tag my meta, and raise my Klout. I now speak all these languages: fbml, html
Left my class last night about 5:30 and headed across town on 32nd Street. About the time I hit 5th Avenue, the whole landscape began to change. I’ll let pictures speak for themselves: Oscar Meyer a la Korea: Korean BBQ? Not sure that sets well with this Southerner: KoreaTown’s version
I walked through this neighborhood a few days ago. I’d heard it was and up-and-coming area but couldn’t really see much to photograph and write about. But its name, Hell’s Kitchen, intrigued me. You’ve gotta love anyone who lives in this area – they’ve got to have a certain edginess
You know, I don’t watch much TV at all. Oh, I might turn on House or Law & Order as I crawl into bed at night, but that’s about it. One morning back in January or February, the The View was playing in the background as I dressed. It caught
Today was the first time I felt unsafe in any neighborhood in Manhattan. I came out of the subway station at 125th street in East Harlem and immediately felt intimidated by the hoards of young men hovering around the subway entrance. Across the street a group was forming around two
Where else but New York to introduce your latest line of Converse shoes: Where else but in New York would your milk be delivered with such pomp and circumstance? Where else but in New York do folks jump out a 3-story windows with such flair? Only in New York would
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