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…
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Port-au-Prince to Coupeville: what lies between
It all comes down to left brain versus right brain. I was shocked at just how exhausted I was coming back from my Master of Fine Arts residency at Whidbey Island. With some reservation, I noted that it might have…
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My right hand
This is my right hand. It has some curious features on it. A faded scar, shaped like a crescent moon An awful bump in the middle joint of my middle finger A healing scab A couple of moles An index…
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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…
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The People in My Neighborhood: The Cyclist
I still remember the first time I ever saw Aileen outside of our usual haunts. We were both on the Upper West Side. She had a plastic carrier bag in one hand and was standing in front of a plate-glass…
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The People In My Neighborhood: The Teacher
Almost at the bottom of my second cup of coffee. In accordance with my self-imposed rule of posting more than once a month on this thing, here’s a series of posts about the past week and the people in it….
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Oh, look, I’ve gone and disappeared again.
And now it’s almost the end of the January. It’s been a remarkably busy few weeks. While I’ve been gone from these pages, I’ve been very busy taking care of a little project I’m so proud of. Most of you…
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Gwen Bell’s Best of 2009: Word or phrase
December 17: Word or phrase. A word that encapsulates your year. “2009 was _____.” Yes, please! I know it doesn’t exactly flow. But when I think back over 2009, I specifically remember a post that Lara had up on her…
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Gwen Bell’s Best of 2009: Tea
Yes, yes, I’m late again. But some of these things don’t strike me. I don’t have any idea how I should categorize 2009 in a word, although I think I’m beginning to get a feel for the word that would…
