by: Lauren Jonik I buttoned my black pea coat and spied my breath in the dim light spilling from the window of the internet café I just exited. I regretted that the sun had set. All of the other businesses on the block had closed. Two men looked me up and down before reaching for the door, their gazes obvious and lingering. I walked to the end of the street, but had nowhere else to go. Even if I knew how…
Amy Oestreicher I’m the youngest kid in my family, and I grew up pretty well. With two doting parents and three big brothers to overprotect me, I guess I was used to getting what I wanted. And when I didn’t, I was used to whining about it, while my oldest brother belted out “You can’t always get what you want,” as he sang along to his Rolling Stones Album. That made me cry harder – I hated waiting. I still…
by Nicole Trilivas London Belongs to Me by Jacquelyn Middleton Any Anglophile will relate to heroine’s Alex love of the Big Smoke—even when it’s not so kind to her (think: soaking thunderstorms, lost luggage, and teen-tiny flats). But while navigating the city and the theatre district, Alex is also navigating her first foray into new adulthood, and with that we get an emotive love letter to London that you’ll never want to end. The Royal We by Heather Cocks and Jessica…
by: Nadia Gerassimenko When I got my very own first cat, Sheldon, a ragdoll, I was going by my instinct, his endearing appearance, and descriptions I read about of how ragdolls are as feline creatures. I truly thought he was the one! Ragdolls are usually sociable, laid back, and cuddly. My Sheldon is not. While he is very sociable (he makes sure to make his presence known!), half the time I don’t know what he wants when he meows; he…
by Christine Stoddard I slathered more acrylic onto the set and sighed. It was one of the last days we had to paint theatrical scenery at a large church in Queens. After three weeks of leading volunteers to realize my vision for the upcoming play, I was exhausted. I was ready to peel off my paint-covered rags and hit the hay. Unfortunately, we still had hours left in the day and my “hay” was several neighborhoods away in Brooklyn. This…