The Mary Jacket

It was an ugly, brown polyester gas station attendant’s jacket, made all the more unsightly by large rips, frayed edges, and a phalanx of safety pins. I thought it was the coolest thing I'd ever seen.

Six More Months in New York City

The last day of February means one thing: Six months until I move. That's what this date has meant for most of my adult life. I thought I would be sticking around longer, but it turns out that the siren call of the road is just too enticing. Even New York City couldn't silence it. … Continue reading Six More Months in New York City