New York Soul

My first glimpse of New York City was from the window of a train car on the Long Island Railroad. It didn’t hit me all at once; instead it came in slow bursts. It was better this way; I had time to process it. First, miles of water and houses along the banks. The whole … Continue reading New York Soul


One Scoop or Two?

I ignore the annoying bell that rings every time the door opens. It rings twice as much in the winter when the wind pulls it open and shut for ghosts. I walk behind the counter, greeting my partners as I pass to the back desk. It’s busy today. Of course it is, it’s a Saturday. … Continue reading One Scoop or Two?