Oh My Gac

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

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

At least the cheese is still good. #gaceats
Sad melted strawberry Popsicles. Not even a month of living here and my fridge is broken. Home ownership, you are hi-larious.

Actual conversation with my doorman

Him: Hey I haven’t seen you around lately, where you been?
Me: Oh I’ve been sick for the past few days so I was just resting.
Him: Oh ok ok, because you better not be sneaking around on me, you hear?
Me: *awkward laugh

“Writing is more interesting when you are pursuing a question, not giving us the answer.”

—   my writing teacher, dropping more wisdom on me.

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


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!”

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.