• Like My Bike
Currently I am wearing a bright orange flouncy skirt that twirls perfectly if/when I spin around in circles (an action that lifts my spirits- I highly recommend it should you find yourself fired.)...
View Article• How My Bike Got Its Name or My Huge Crush on a Safa
[This is Part One of The Safa Boy Series: click for Introduction] Are you growing a beard? I ask him playfully. I ask this question far too often. In my mind growing a beard means one of two things:...
View Article• When I Wasn’t A Wallflower
“Where are you going?” my roommate asked me at 9:40 on a Thursday night. More than occupied with my twice-daily struggle to get my bike out of my closet-sized room, it took me a moment to respond. When...
View Article• Flailing on Sidewalks and with Men
I step out of the door of my apartment. Shoulders back, my mother would be shocked by my perfect posture. The moisture in the air is at just the right percentage to make my hair flow in perfect Taylor...
View ArticleSummer Streets NYC: A 7 Mile Long Block Party
Imagine a world where pedestrians rule the city streets. Where no one has cars and bicycles ride supreme. The NYC Department of Transportation (DOT) brings such a world to life. For the first 3...
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