It was a flowing, glowing kind of day and Josh and I had just waved goodbye to friends with whom we’d had breakfast when he suggested we walk the High Line.  I’d heard a buzz about the High Line and I…

Toward the end of a tough week at work, I returned to my apartment to find a gorgeous, liquid-toned banjo wrapped in red ribbon awaiting me.  It was a late birthday present from Josh, an 1880s banjo on…

Chimes of Freedom, The Times They Are A Changin’, Blowin in the Wind – it feels like we’re in a singular Bob Dylan moment here in New York with the 22nd day of Occupy Wall Street continuing to gain…

“It’s like Resurrection City”, said Josh, as we entered the space that was informally becoming known as Liberty Central. Josh’s mum had taken him to Washington, DC., in 1968, to join others who were…