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 »
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 »
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 »
Last week, I almost threw in the towel. Between seeing my ex in my neighborhood 32 times, the St. Paddy’s Day Parade, and a mouse infestation, I thought I was done with New York. New York City? New York Shitty! This Big City Siren was ready to pack her bags and get the hell out…. Read more »
“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 »
“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 »
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 »
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 »
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 »
“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 »
