I was born in da Bronx 51 years ago. I only spent my first five years on Cedar Avenue when my parents whisked me away to Queens, the “other” better borough. Who on earth, certainly not me, would have thought it possible that after a life of wandering around the globe I’d be returning to […]
Archive for July, 2008
How NYC Won’t Suck Me into Being a Fashion Slave
Posted in July 9th, 2008
NYC has a weird way of sucking you into it’s vortex of commercialism to the point where you forget what your core values are. At least that’s what happened to me when I returned in the Reagan 80’s after 7 years in Japan. I vowed not to succumb to it’s wily ways and failed. It […]
The Karma of Moving Abroad
Posted in July 9th, 2008
It’s the last day of packing. I’m sitting in a 75% empty house as the movers remove the last items. It gives me a calm feeling to watch them work furiously. They’re wrapping, sorting, sticking, packing, designing crates, hammering nails, seeing the elevator go up and down with our belongings and finally loading the container. […]
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