Haikuku

I have something special in New York City:  a community.  My building in the East Village is exactly that.  It’s a co-op, so most people own their apartments, but the few rented places–like mine–are owned by the building itself. I have lived here since February 2002, and the people you see  below are like family.  Over [...]

The stress over the last few days has reached fever pitch, and it’s time that I spoke out against the sin that dare not speaks its name. At first it was just a polite relationship. Tabatha (real name withheld) and I would meet in the hallway. Smooth nods and gracious smiles would be exchanged. Simple. Polite. [...]