What the "I-wish-he-was-my-boyfriend" 20 years my senior, alcoholic, eye-opening, life changing, insufferable, insane, fanatically honest, painter, writer and drinking buddy said to me in 1980. And who, in his generous way, invited me to understand I was not a disco barfly girl, but in fact someone who sought to express a perception of the nature I saw around me.
Brood time in Tompkins Square
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Here we go! Several days ago, I watched as red-tailed hawk, Amelia, laid
her first egg of the season. By now, her clutch (usually 1-3 eggs) should
be com...
14 hours ago