Personal Yummy #40

The ocean
The sky
Jazz
and
Sadness Continue reading “A Shade of Blue” →

Personal Yummy #39

The entrance in the back of The Grill sees a lot of action. It is through this gateway that the men of Sysco deliver all of the restaurant’s essentials. Continue reading “The Forsaken” →

Personal Yummy #38

On my short walk home after work—especially if he hasn’t been in for a Heineken—I almost always stop to see him. Sometimes I’ll pick up a package of gummy worms or sour fish, but that’s always secondary. Continue reading “The Grill on Murray Avenue: Ken” →

Personal Yummy #37

Following my two o’clock ballroom dance lesson with my pro partner at Stepping Out Studios on 26th Street, I walk up Broadway to Herald Square and then get on the Q train at 34th Street. I am in one of the older, more roomy subway cars instead of the newer ones that usually run on this line. I’m not sure what the reason is, but, lately, more and more of these older cars have been appearing. Continue reading “Subway Stories: The Young Choreographer” →

Personal Yummy #36

My friend and I leave the ballroom dance social together and head toward the subway.

We stop at the corner of 26th and Broadway, and as he hugs and kisses me goodbye, he tells me how depressing most of these social dances are getting, but that, overall, he had a good time tonight. Continue reading “New York City Dance Chronicles: After the Dancing” →

Personal Yummy #35

My father is the consummate collector. In fact, he has a wealth of knowledge about old books, beer steins, medicine bottles, postcards, carnival glass, tableware, and much, much more. Continue reading “Gifts from My Father: Stamps Galore” →

Personal Yummy #34

It’s a warm evening in late September, around six p.m., and I pass by The Carlyle on my way home. Continue reading “Madison Avenue Walks: All Dressed Up” →

Personal Yummy #33

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Personal Yummy #32

On my way home from my lunchtime Zumba class at the Ailey Extension, I walk uptown on the west side of Madison Avenue in the bright sunshine of a beautiful February afternoon. I feel refreshed and energized as my eyes take in the stunning dresses and sleek shoes that call to me—with much eagerness—from the shop windows. Continue reading “Madison Avenue Walks: Eye Cream, and a French Guy Named Freddie” →

Personal Yummy #31

A silver snake curls around his right ring finger. Lines from Williams’ 27 Wagons Full of Cotton rush through his mind. Hot, steaming coffee in a white mug—placed in front of him on the edge of the bar while he works—warms him when he is feeling fine; cinnamon and apple spice tea—I love the smell of it—when he isn’t, as he gently dunks the red, shiny tea bag up and down, in rhythm with his steps as he approaches the bar from the kitchen. Generous squirt upon squirt of Tabasco sauce—which he aggressively grabs from the disheveled condiment assortment on the ledge nearby—on his chicken sandwiches, burgers, and buffalo wings during his lunch break; generous amounts of cigarettes, shots, and beer after work… An actor. Continue reading “The Grill on Murray Avenue: Adam and Anthony” →