Thinking back, this was a week of two things: friends and weather. I had many dinners and drinks in all my favorite places, and as I commuted I pulled my jacket collar over my neck. Sure, there were brief moments of sun and warmth but I only experienced them on my ten minute lunch breaks. It rained quite often.
Read More"I was going to say, if you're afraid of needles, just you wait till you have kids someday."
"The epidural needle, you mean?" I said.
"No, I mean, childbirth. What it does to you down there. I mean, it rips it to shreds," she laughed.
Saturday morning I zig-zagged through midtown. It was raining, not a polite drizzle, but a downpour. My insides were anxious, my stomach jumped. I sat in my doctor's waiting room and couldn't even look at my phone and I hadn't been sleeping soundly.
Read MoreI read and slept and looked at the expanse of small towns, and farms, and everything between big cities that I forget in my crazy vortex of New York.
Read MoreA rare optimism persisted on Monday and Tuesday of last week. I had plans every night on Tuesday through Friday. If only the weather would cooperate -- the temperature dipped into the thirties, I retrieved my winter hat from the closet and frowned.
Read MoreWhen people ask me what I want to be like when I'm older, I always see the same thing: a woman with a mature version of my face, wearing a Barbour jacket with a dog tucked under her arm.
Read MoreThat weekend the most New York thing happened: a slow motion robbery attempt.
Read MoreFrom far away I noticed a man -- tall, over-tanned, perhaps in his early 40s -- approaching the pool area. He bypassed the towel stand. The attendant was mid-sentence and tried to stop him but he kept going. He took off his white t-shirt and tossed it on a chair and dove gracefully in the pool.
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