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in which I find a favorite coffee shop
Coffee shop culture is an uprising roar of late. For writers, it’s equal to the office. Ink-stained fingers are replaced for coffee stained desks (or for me, I still have both). The atmosphere of people coming-and-going, the hum of city streets, and the bitter caffeinated lips on cold cups makes for a blank canvas; a…
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the cronut (or why good food matters)
It’s 8AM in Soho. The street is full of people briskly walking to work, runners, dog-walkers, and a odd line of people in front of a bakery. The question arises, “What bakery is worth a line?”. The bakery is Dominique Ansel and the crowd is for the creation of the Cronut: the child of a croissant…
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one morning on 5th avenue
This month, my Dad invited me to spend a few days with him in the city while he worked. Therefore, I found myself alone in the city one cool Thursday morning. Our hotel was on Lexington Avenue so I walked a couple of blocks and found myself in one of the prettiest busy corners. The…
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more than changing planes
“Maybe you should go to Paris…” “To Paris?” “It helped me a lot. Have you ever been there?” “Oh, yes. Yes. Once. I was there for thirty-five minutes.” “Thirty-five minutes?” “Changing planes…” “Oh, but Paris isn’t for changing planes, it’s… it’s for changing your outlook, for… for throwing open the windows and letting in… letting…
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autumn when you’re 17
These are, as Walt Whitman wrote, ‘the days that must happen to you’. School work, tests, college applications, confusion, joy. The feeling of knowing who you are one second, but being entirely uncertain the next. Yet, as I’ve always known, I never want to leave living life this way. I never want to settle in…
McNeeley Ann 