Posts Tagged ‘friends’
The People in My Neighborhood: In Memoriam, Chris Hondros
I’m still pretty shaken up by the death of Getty Images photographer Chris Hondros. When I met him, I was a fairly good way through my short-lived freelance editorial career, and, arguably, at the peak of it. I was a contributing editor for Hooked on the Outdoors [Read More]
Kickstart My Heart, Part II
So. While I was headed down to the gym earlier tonight (at 10:30! What a joke!) I was struck with the most certain terrifying thought that if I didn’t write down all of the wedding weekend festivities, I’d just…forget. I mean, hey, we all say things like, [Read More]
A brief intermission and a public announcement
Aside from the basics off eating breathing, drinking water, I’ve never done anything for 30 days straight. Not in my recent memory, anyway, and not anything that I’ve known would be good for me. Maybe in my angsty college years I kept a daily diary for 30 days [Read More]
Kickstart My Heart
Last night, one of the students in the class I’m teaching on the essay wrote about one of the moments that she’ll never forget in her life. She relived the two days leading up to her wedding, and how special they were, in part because of her father’s [Read More]
The People in My Neighborhood: The Big Dogs
Why do we have friends? Do we keep them around to prevent from being lonely? Do we have them because they make us laugh? Is it because they keep us sane? Because they bolster us? I think all of my friends are incredible people. They’re all beautiful and they all have [Read More]
The People in My Neighborhood: The Guardian
Ricardo Pierre isn’t someone I’m likely to ever encounter again. I’ve only ever spent a couple of weeks in his company. I only have a few decent photos of him, and I had to poach one of those from someone else. And yet, I’d trust him with my life. I [Read More]
The People in My Neighborhood: The Planner
Sometimes, you meet people in one capacity, and you never think that you’ll see them in other capacities. Sometimes our friends are silo’ed. They stay in their individual little places. We call them when we want specific things: I have friends I got out Drinking [Read More]
