Oh My Gac

"I'm quite aware of how ridiculous I am." - Starina, The Birdcage.

Food, Love, Writing and New York City - life as I feel it. Thanks for reading! ohmygac@gmail.com

“Is this poem about the same guy that you wrote about last time?”

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Quotes from my writing group.  

And the answer’s no, it’s always about someone different, ha.  They’ve all just been that ridiculous.

My first shareholders’ meeting was a trip. It was held in the library of the Lincoln square synagogue.

Building manager Joe said “We will be wired for fios at the end of August.” 

This old lady’s response: “I don’t know what that means.”

“Who is that? He is adorable!”

dear haagen dazs, it’s time to retire the gelato commercial of the italian couple fighting.  it’s been on for like, ever now.

that’s quite enough Chrissy teigen. And I may be jealous cuz you’re a model and thin and clearly eat whatever you want and you’re married to john legend, but you’re friggin everywhere now and it should probably stop.

Had to keep her anonymity but this post is from one of my good friends that I met through a poetry workshop I took last fall. Yeah the one where I googled “what is poetry?” the night before. The one where I was completely out of my league, and learned a ton in just four meetings. The same one that featured various published poets and writers and women of NYC who are as talented as they are smart, kind and supportive. 

This one in particular is intriguing and beautiful and sweet, she’s the kind of person who’s lived 200 lives in the span of just one. Receiving those four words via Facebook from her really touched my heart. It’s corny but it’s true. I only like to call myself a poet once in awhile, behind closed doors, by myself, or on pieces of paper. 

Every year I get pensive and a bit melancholy on my birthday, either because I’m still single or because some people are out of town or whatever…But in the quiet moments, it rings true that I am fortunate to have some amazing friends in my life. New ones, old ones, tall ones, short ones, Dr. Seuss would be so proud! 

They are nearby and far away, but no matter how down or lonely I can get when the calendar says I’m one year older, I’m also one year wiser to know how lucky I am to have friends like these.

Eat food from farmers markets.
Drink good tea each morning.
Read books that make you feel.
Paint, even if you’re awful.
Write, even when you have nothing to say.
Sit in the fresh air outside.
Go on hikes.
Swim in lakes and wade in streams.
Sleep as long as you need.
Work hard at what you love.
Work hard at what you hate.

Love unconditionally and wholeheartedly.

—   How to stay Happy  (via lalarot)

(Source: fingertipss, via ahappyernie)

“someone can be madly in love with you and still not be ready. they can love you in a way you have never been loved and still not join you on the bridge. and whatever their reasons you must leave. because you never ever have to inspire anyone to meet you on the bridge. you never ever have to convince someone to do the work to be ready. there is more extraordinary love, more love that you have never seen, out here in this wide and wild universe. and there is the love that will be ready.”

—   nayyirah waheed   (via indieless)

Oh my.

(Source: nayyirahwaheed, via skinnies-and-stripes)

“Just because your pain is understandable, doesn’t mean your behavior is acceptable.”

—   Steve Maraboli, Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience (via quotes-shape-us)

(via skinnies-and-stripes)

We made it, I love it!