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THE END OF AN ERA…

In early October, after eleven years, two months and a handful of days in the same apartment, I moved out of Williamsburg. Perhaps you missed this somewhat-less-than-momentous news, but in my world, it was the stuff of banner headlines.

PLAYING THE PART

It’s barely 8:30 on a Wednesday morning and 33 seventh grade boys and girls—students at the Holy Trinity School in Whitestone, Queens—are enthusiastically filing into theater class.

Of Pigeons and Podcasts, Or, My Safari on the 7

This is a story about living in a time and place where the word “environment” is inevitably commandeered by other words like “built” and “urban.”

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The Brooklyn Rail

NOV 2009

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