Cobble Hill

"My man cleared a forest to get to me."


A metaphorical forest, that is.

The Brooklyn Love Exchange meets the Love Hangover

A friend from the neighborhood (Boerum Hill, that is), has been producing the Love Hangover in Brooklyn for quite some time. This paean to love is an annual musical event co-occuring in several cities. The Brooklyn installment has been in Gowanus for the past couple of years.


The text for this piece is taken from the most recent year's invitation:
The 12th annual Love Hangover
is only a week away
You still have time to fall in love
and break up
just in time to be soothed, vindicated or mocked
by your favorite musicians
singing duets of love
the happy kind, the sad kind, the mean, weird or mad kind
It's one more round around the heart
February 15th, what the day after brings.

Sheepshead Bay

A friend shared an awkward subway pick-up story with me. It sounded as though it started out dreamy and relatively innocent, and devolved into an incredibly uncomfortable exchange. In her slightly edited words:


"It was this really good looking blue eyed boy with curly hair. The Q train was running something funky. I think it was going up the N line and then back down the Q line. He sat next to me and started chatting me up, you know, the way a guy does when he's interested. he started with the weather. I gave him my number. When we got to Sheepshead Bay (my stop) he walked me off the train and gave me a hug, and had a gross raging hard on that he preceded to rub on my leg. I shoved him away and ran like hell. It was possibly the most disgusting moment of my life."

Coney Island, the place where dreams come true

"From the first, I was inspired by who he was.

We spoke about everything and it was amazing how much we had in common.

He picked me up in Coney Island for our first date. We walked down the boardwalk, road the Cyclone together, and played arcade games.

Today, we're married with two kids and we still love Coney Island, the place where dreams come true."