May 2008

Justice is served

When my best friend Julie called, I was in the middle of repainting the walls of my apartment the week before I moved out -- slathering two, three coats of white primer over the mint green and the diva red... more

It's All in the Timing

I knew there was a problem when Time Warner told me my apartment didn't exist. "Our records show that there's no third floor in that building," the person on the phone told me. "But I'm living in it!" And yet,... more

Moving is such sweet sorrow

I didn't want too much in a new apartment. I wanted a bathtub. Maybe a tree outside, instead of the gaping hole in the ground and occasional jackhammer I'd been staring out in Williamsburg all these months. I knew I'd... more