Growing up in Brooklyn, I remember two distinct, and very dangerous, memories of the Fourth of July.
All tagged Brooklyn
Crossing That Bridge to Jersey
Until just before third grade, we lived in my grandmother’s brownstone. She lived in the third-floor apartment; my family lived on the other two floors.
Dedicated Follower of Fashion
Anyone who knows me would never call me fashionable, at all.
The Romeo and Juliet of Brooklyn
We were Romeo and Juliet before we even knew who Romeo and Juliet were.
