Manhattan Stories

Shirtsleeve weather, yes!

Lost wallet twice. Got wallet returned twice. Nothing missing.

The soldier in camo who returned self’s wallet (the first time she lost it) found her on the PATH train platform for Hoboken. She had just been about to board the train. She’d just discovered her wallet was missing. She had five seconds of gut-twisting fear. Then the tap on her shoulder.

The soldier was young and didn’t even stick around for self to say “Thank you.” She had to shout it to him across the throng. He heard her, though, because he half turned his head and smiled.

Missed Drew’s concert at Carnegie Hall. To make up for it, she ate lunch at the Russian Tea Room. Cheese blintzes and French onion soup, just like what Dearest Mum ordered for her, 30 years ago. Was it worth it?

Self is determined to work on a story self is writing about Dearest Mum, will post on or on twitter #CHstories. Thinking of trekking to where Dearest Mum lived before she got married: Might have been Elmhurst. Might have been Flushing.

In fact, she did write this story. It is finished. She sent it to McSweeney’s two years ago. When she checks Submittable, it says “In Progress.” Self might as well take that as a rejection.

Black eyeliner a must because self gets so little sleep here. The city is like liquid fire. Fire! So, rim black around her eyes, please don’t look at self’s eyebags.

Last night, she was in the East Village, Avenue A. The streets were thronged with people in Santa costumes. She lived on 8th and 1st in the early 80s. She no longer recognized anything.

A young woman got up to read a piece about training in a police academy. “You’re going to be raped,” an officer whispered into her ear. How could he have known that she was raped, five years earlier, at 18.

Then another woman, reading about her hometown of Bayonne, New Jersey: “If you go to Bayonne, it’s because you live there, or you know someone who does.”

Self is also still reading student pieces for her UCLA Extension Writers Program class in Nonfiction writing.

Cacophony, yes?

A woman last night said to self, “You seem very nervous.” Which is probably why self keeps dropping her wallet. When she finally does lose it for good, self has decided, she will head straight to JFK and fly to the Bay Area.

But first, to write.

And it is fan fiction, all the way. Capitol Peeta! She has sworn. She will not abandon him on a train platform flanked by his handlers,  Tweedledum and Tweedledee. She will write this, even if it kills her.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.


OOPS! Part 3: East Village Reading

It is so warm in the city! Unbelievable! Self doesn’t even know why she bothers putting on a sweater. There are people walking around in shirtsleeves!

Anyhoo, it is Saturday night. Today, self was invited to a reading in an Avenue A bar called Sidewalk. The reading is part of a series organized by the Italian American Writers Association. Self heard about it because a member of her on-line writing group, Edvige Giunta, teaches at New Jersey City University and three of her students were reading.

Oh, what a fun evening! Edvige’s students truly are a talented group!

Plus it was so nice to finally meet Edvige in person!

Self took many bad (OOPS!) pictures:


The Line-Up: Three Jersey Girls and Their Teacher, Edvige Giunta, after the Reading at Sidewalk Café, Avenue A at 6th St.

More OOPS! At least this one’s sharp! Why is that girl giving self the side-eye?


Sidewalk Café, Avenue A, East Village. Self used to live at 8th and 1st. The whole area is much changed.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.




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