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AANY: Who are you? Zainah: I’m a New Yorker. I’m the city streets, the smoke, the smog, the grit, the grime. I’m a New Yorker. I have so many different levels of myself. I compare myself to maybe an onion. You know just a lot of layers, a lot of different things, and a lot… Read more »

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Thomas Pryor’s work has appeared in The New York Times, Mr. Beller’s Neighborhood, A Prairie Home Companion, New York Press, Underground Voices Magazine, Opium Magazine Online, Our Town, The West Side Spirit and Ducts. Thomas curates a monthly storytelling show at Cornelia Street Café on the second Tuesday of the month. His story, “Madame Butterfly… Read more »

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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 »