On April 27, 2019, I passed by Lyric Theatre for the first time since Harry Potter and the Cursed Child opened there, saw the amazing marquee outside, and promised myself I’d save up and watch the play…eventually.
On November 3, 2019, through a combination of clever budgeting and timely discounts, I watched the play! (Broadway prices are no joke, let me tell ya.)
Today, I finally blow the dust off my photos and share my spoiler-free review. Here we go!Read More »
As a child, I always dreamt of the world beyond what I could see. Now that I’m legally an adult (ugh), I realize belatedly that always looking towards the horizon meant missing what’s in front of me. Turns out, New York is an amazing backyard to play in.
This past summer, I crossed two things off my New York Bucket List: Paint-Nite and Outdoor Movies.
Painting + Open Bar + I-Don’t-Know-What-I’m-Doing = Paint-NiteRead More »
Where do I even begin? High school when the best friend and I first heard about this new fan convention in New York? College when we couldn’t go to comic con because October was always the month of midterms? Last year when both the best friend and I were settling in to new jobs and trying to pay the bills?Read More »
“Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me: I lift my lamp beside the golden door.”
— Emma Lazarus —
Since immigration is one of the topics at the forefront of politics nowadays, it seems fitting to share an excerpt from one of the world’s most renowned poems on immigrants. Read More »
The rickety ladder of the fire escape swayed as he climbed. Paint from the rungs peeled off and stuck to his palms. The metal cans clanged in his backpack, but he kept up his steady climb.
Reaching the rooftop, he hoisted himself up and swung his legs over, rolling onto his side with the ease of someone who had done this many times. He allowed himself a moment to admire the sight: luxury condominiums touching the sky, the 7 train chugging along, and a bird’s eye view of the living collage of graffiti artwork that covered the walls of the building he was standing on. Read More »
This is where I started—on the cold streets of New York, with the subway station to my right and a homeless man to my left. For years, this view of concrete and brick was my view as I hopped on the A train away from Brooklyn. I had a corner of Manhattan where I set up my guitar and sign: PAYMENT ACCEPTED IN SING-ALONGS, IMPROMPTU DANCES, AND SMILES.