Letters, Reflections & The Stories That Shaped Me
Personal essays and reflections on memory, healing, identity, resilience, and the moments that quietly shape who we become. These are the stories I return to when trying to make sense of life, loss, growth, and the beauty hidden inside ordinary moments.
Right now, I am standing in the parking garage of my apartment building, having a cigarette, listening to Nick Drake sing Northern Sky. I’m listening to the rain outside, the soft patter of raindrops on the street below. My eyes drift over, and I notice a duck walking, or maybe more accurately, wiggling through the…
Voorhies Avenue itself always felt alive to me. In the late 1970s, Sheepshead Bay still carried the feeling of old Brooklyn, the kind of neighborhood where life revolved around family-owned shops, crowded sidewalks, corner bakeries, pizza shops, and familiar faces that became woven quietly into the fabric of everyday life. The neighborhood had its own…
When I think about home, I do not think about an address, although I still remember the exact address that sits quietly within my mind and heart. 1527 Voorhies Ave., Brooklyn, NY 11235. I think about that two-story single-family house on Voorhies Avenue in Sheepshead Bay, Brooklyn. It was roughly 1976, and it was the…