Thoughts On NYC Comptroller’s Sandy Oversight Hearing

I wasn’t sure what to expect when I walked over to the community center on Wednesday night for the NYC Comptroller Scott Stringer’s Sandy oversight hearing. I thought it would either be empty or filled to capacity. The hearing was held in order to hear residents out on everything they have endured, especially related to the Build it Back program, which the comptroller’s office is now auditing and has held similar hearings in other boroughs.  The room was standing room...

The Village is in my blood

This is something I already knew, but seeing actual proof is super exciting! As I have mentioned in earlier posts, my parents began taking my sister and I into Manhattan when we were young. There was some history in the Village as both my parents’ families either lived or worked there, or both. My dad knew that his father, Arthur, was born on Carmine St., on the small section between Bleecker St. and 6th Ave. And thanks to Ancestry.com, the...

One Year Later

I didn’t really know how to start this post. I didn’t want to be dramatic, but I wanted to share my thoughts about how I, and I’m sure others, have been feeling. I know that it helps a lot of people to know there is someone out there who feels the exact same way. There’s been a lot of media coverage the past week or so–comparisons of then and now, the status of federal relief, rebuilding, buyouts, etc. For me,...

I Chose Italy Over Junior Prom: My case of the travel bug

For those like me who have been hit with the travel bug, any kind of getaway is highly anticipated. Whether it’s a long weekend or a two week excursion, I get equally excited. Looking back, I chose to go to Italy for the first time over the junior prom and driver’s ed. As I think back, this makes a lot of sense. This weekend, Frank and I are road tripping to Reston, Virginia for an industry conference Frank is attending...

Reflections from the front lines: Three months after Hurricane Sandy

I was finally able to write about my experience over the last few months. While I planned to write about my hometown eventually, I never expected anything like this to completely throw any plans, or semblance of routine, completely off track. Midland Beach is a town that is ingrained in the history of many families here, including mine. It continues to pull through the muck that Sandy brought onshore, but the waves could not sweep the spirit of this town...

The beginnings of inspiration

“The church here was 100 years old St. Anthony Day and your mother and father were married here in the basement church. I saw the picture at your house too. I put your mother’s name on the alter and prayed for all of you. It was a beautiful day for me as this church is also where ma and me always went when we lived in the village. Hope all is well. I will see you someday so don’t worry....

These city genes of mine…

I’ve always had a bit of a love affair with Manhattan. Besides class trips with school, my parents began bringing my sister and I into the city for family outings when we were young. We saw Broadway plays in the middle of blizzards, visited the dinosaurs and ancient civilizations at the museum, and witnessed breathtaking views of the skyline from the top of the World Trade Center, Empire State Building, and Lady Liberty’s crown. And to think, all of this,...