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Tag Archives: tbt
#tbt Photo booth with “sweater” I (thankfully) can’t recall
From Antonio’s stash. I appear to be wearing some kind of drapey hole-infested crochet-sweater-drape kind of thing, and I have zero memory of that monstrosity. I don’t think it was mine. I am in denial. What in the hippie-dippie crochet-doily … Continue reading
#tbt Only connect
I wrote a little bit about this in the recent snapshots. I recently got together with my first boyfriend, Antonio. Our relationship was such ancient history it’s hard to feel its relevance to my every day world, but it is … Continue reading
#TBT “NYC, what is it about you? You’re big! You’re loud! You’re tough!”
My first trip to New York City. I am 10, 11 years old. My parents put me on the train by myself … and a couple hours later I strolled, dazed, into Penn Station. This was an era when you … Continue reading
#tbt Scene: Warehouse in Manhattan, West 20s, late 90s
One of our classmates in grad school lived in an illegal “apartment” in a mostly empty warehouse in the West ’20s. She occupied the whole entire floor, and she put up partitions. The space was massve and it had huge … Continue reading
#tbt A sleepy flapper
Taking a short cat nap in the middle of the kitchen in the middle of a college cast party. I appear to be dressed as a flapper and I am not sure why because it wasn’t a costume party.
#tbt Doc Abbott’s
Mitchell Sandi Me As always, there must be a backstory. There was an old rickety amusement park in our state – similar to Adventureland, if you know the movie – where you took your life into your hands on the … Continue reading
#tbt Bones
My boyfriend and I were at Yellowstone maybe a year, maybe two, after a massive forest fire swept through the park. We hiked through ranks of singed trees. It was already autumn, but these were not autumnal trees. They were … Continue reading
#tbt the weekend we became friends for real
A million years ago, my friend Rebecca got married out on Block Island. It was a beautiful autumn weekend. I car-pooled up from New York with my friend Felicia, and two other people, John and Allison. We were the New … Continue reading
#tbt Summer
Hot sunny Chicago summer. Barbecue in the tiny backyard of my friends David and Maria’s apartment. My friend Ted and I – color coordinated, we did not plan it – together: it was shortly before he moved back to New … Continue reading