As a writer, I know the benefits and enjoy the act of reflecting, perhaps too much.
I feared that I would end up putting so much time and effort into something that just wouldn’t work.
Coming back to New York felt like relaxing back into my original shape, like the easily-navigable grid of Manhattan.
If we were having coffee, I’d first pull you over to the window where my desk is, and show you the view of the community garden across the street, and the natural light that spills in, even on a cloudy day. Though the past few weeks have been more stressful than usual (moving apartments doesContinue reading “#weekendcoffeeshare: 25”