My dad escaped the horrors of the World Trade Center attacks. Yet for both of us, the trauma remains.
I had big plans for September 11, 2001.
I left my childhood home in Queens that morning dressed in flared jeans with patches below the knee. As I hopped on the F train at 179th Street and Hillside Avenue, Krystal Harris’ song “Supergirl!” from The Princess Diaries played on repeat…
If I could speak to my idol 20 years later, here’s what I’d say to her
It’s been a big week for Aaliyah fans. Her album One In A Million is finally available on streaming services after two decades of radio silence. …
I can not stop talking about Peloton — let’s rewind to see how I got here
At the start of the Covid-19 pandemic, when it felt like everything was out of my control, I was adamant about one rule: I wouldn’t buy any massive pieces of gym equipment.
I know myself. From the Nintendo console that’s been collecting dust under my childhood bed since I was…
Learning how to move underwater around tiny swimmers taught me that it’s okay to give a new thing a try
I was never the most athletic person. Rewind that VHS tape to the ’90s, and you’d find a shy kid who was really into books and listening to my heroes, Mariah Carey and Janet Jackson. I’d pray for a stomach ache to keep me out of gym class — if…
Anyone who said NY was dead after Covid-19 arrived wasn’t a New Yorker to begin with
There’s one way to put even the mellowest New Yorker into a fit of rage: insinuating, in any way, that New York City is dead.
Last March, grief overtook the city I’ve lived in my entire life. Although the events of 9/11 caused me PTSD due to the trauma of…
