my new york | brunch and bikes and early september light

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(It took me about an hour and twenty minutes to get to Williamsburg last Saturday {it should have taken 25 minutes, but the G train was construction or something…} This is to say, I was hungry. Or hangry. So my brunch at Egg was epic. Bacon and sausage and pancakes, oh my!)

(I can’t get over this little park in Cobble Hill–always makes me think of the park in Notting Hill AND NOTTING HILL IS HAVING A MAJOR MOMENT IN MY LIFE RIGHT NOW).

(I told you, pancakes).

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Married in Newport

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I had the extreme pleasure of witnessing one of of my dearest friends marry the man of her dreams this weekend.

The whole thing was a dream. Getting to witness that very courageous thing of two people pledging their lives–one to the other is always a sight. Don’t even get me started on getting to see it set against such a picturesque backdrop (I don’t know that I’ve ever seen blue like that).

(the very dapper groom)

(someone told us to do our “excited” face…this is what happened)

When Joy was prepping everything and gathering information for the invitations she sent emails out asking for some basic info…like the name of our significant other. Joy knew I did not have one. But, for the sake of the email I reiterated this, and then gave her a very hard time about the fact that she made me put it down on paper for posterity. Yes, single. But I ended up with her roommate of nearly seven years, Matt, as my partner in crime. And ladies, I gotta tell you. Having a dancer as your wedding partner is one of the most genius things that could happen to you. I just sort of giggled and squealed and asked him to throw me, and he did. We literally spun the night away.

I’m so very proud of Joy and Devin. Proud of how far they’ve come, as individuals and as a couple. And it was such a blessing to share in their day.

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cooking in new york

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Because so much of our lives in New York are lived out in such a public way (I mostly only ever cry on the subway in front of total strangers) the act of inviting people into one’s home (a very private space in this mammoth of a city) feels incredibly intimate and meaningful. There are so many good restaurants here and I’ll probably never get through the list of new places I’d like to try, but some of my very favorite nights out are when my girlfriends and I gather in one of our apartments to break bread and drink wine and tell our very favorite stories without ever having to worry if the couple at the table next to us is listening in.

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September 11

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My small dorm room window at Juilliard looked south. I remember that much of the fall of that first year the city had two lights for the twin towers. Two lights straining skyward. And standing in front of my window they seemed so close, as if I could reach my arms the full length before me and touch them.

Looking south one was always aware of the absence. Of that bit of sky that went missing.

When the trees are in full bloom the only part of Manhattan I can see from my small Brooklyn apartment is the Freedom Tower. And I happen to think it is a beautiful building. I think its imperfect lines and the texture of the glass–how it reflects the changing blue of the sky–those things amount to something quite special. Suddenly, and all at once, it feels as though this building can be seen from anywhere in the city, or just over the river, as it were. And when the day is gray and hazy and the clouds are hanging low it disappears right up into them. Like it’s got one foot in this world and one foot in the next. Like its holy. Built on sacred ground. A living bit of history.

We move forward, but we honor the past. We honor those who lost their lives that day, and we honor the people we were then, so different from who we are today. People changed by the blue of that September sky. Forged by the attempt to build. Again. To make something true and good that no building, beautiful as it may be, will ever do justice.

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my new york | open windows, late-afternoon light, and blue skies

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(Not terribly sure why, but this picture gives me a case of wanderlust in the worst sort of way. Europe anyone?)

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