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On my 12th birthday in March 1966, Dad gave me a basketball. This was an odd present for two reasons: (1) Dad gifts to me reflected his interests and he hated basketball. (2) I was terrible at basketball. Right after Christmas 1965, I made up my mind I was going to change that. I would learn to… Read more »

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Got into a sparkling new cab this morning. The seats, dashboard and windows shined. Riding my finger along the metal detail on the passenger door, I thought, the only time Rory and I were ever this clean was for one lone hour at a photography studio on 3rd Avenue in spring 1960. I repel wool…. Read more »

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“Fear eats the soul.” ~from Ali: Fear Eats the Soul, a film by Rainer Werner Fassbinder On Saturday I cried over a spinning class. That’s right: a spinning class. Let me explain. I try to attend the local YMCA’s spinning class twice a week. It soothes my soul. Spinning is literally so hard that I can’t think… Read more »

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“I’m a bitch of a woman and I’m proud of that.”  Those words, combined with full eye contact and the feeling of the freight train-like force of a person who has faced challenges and trampled adversity to realize a near life-long goal would bring any listener to full attention.  I sat taller on the barstool… Read more »

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Apparently there are other Almost Carries out there, and they are idiots. This past week the New York Post featured an article co-written by two women named Julia. I feel that I must paste it here in its entirety for you to really get the full gist: Martinis. Manolo Blahniks. Fabulous Park Avenue apartments and, of… Read more »

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Just past noon, Buddy McMahon and I jumped into the parade at 61st Street joining our classmates and teachers from LaSalle Academy marching up Fifth Avenue. This was non-regulation—starting the parade late and dressed as clowns (we paid the piper with a “knuck off the head” from Brother Brendan the next day at school). We broke off at the Met Museum to run east to… Read more »

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There are a few absolute life-changing moments for a woman: the birth of her children, her wedding day, and (most importantly) the moment she realizes she’s over her ex-boyfriend. Hallelujah! It’s that beautiful second when reality sinks in and you come to the realization that he was the one who was an absolute mess; that you are way… Read more »

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“In other parts of the country people try to stay together for the sake of the children. In New York they try to work things out for the sake of the apartment.” ⁓David Sedaris, Me Talk Pretty One Day It’s time to knock a few years off my life and find an apartment in New… Read more »

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AANY contributor Thomas Pryor runs his very own storytelling salon! Join him the second Tuesday of every month at the lovely Cornelia Street Café… Who:  Thomas Pryor, with special guests Claudia Chopek, Joe McGinty, John Newell, Rick Patrick, Rivka Widerman, & Ward White. What:  City Stories: Stoops to Nuts storytelling show Where:  Downstairs at The Cornelia Street Cafe, 29 Cornelia Street, between Bleecker and West 4th. When:  The second Tuesday… Read more »