While those of you who gave away all your possessions in preparation for the end of the world might be disappointed (on so many levels really), I’m happy to announce that we’ve made it to 2013.

The first time I felt like a New Yorker was subtle but significant. It happened when I went out to buy ice cream and refused, for the first time, to walk the extra two blocks to the next bodega, where the ice cream was cheaper by a dollar. Finally lulled

There are conflicting emotions that are entrenched in my heart for those snail-like days at the J-O-B. On one hand, there isn’t any work to do, which usually results in a lackluster effort of staying busy. This is a perfect opportunity to slack off. On the other hand, time moves

While some kids grow up with the city skyline in their backyard and used the streets as their playground, others live vicariously through what they see on television and read about in novels. I was once a young girl growing up in the culturally starved Midwest, thumbing through fashion magazines

I bet you woke up today and you’ve already dropped the ball on your New Year’s resolution. Congratulations, you’re human! I could wax poetic about the surging population of these “new year, new me” degenerates looking for a new personality to don in 2013, but I digress. I’ll quietly restrain

The New Year brings an opportunity to start fresh, say goodbye to bad habits and become an overall better person. I thought of a few things I’d like to give up in 2013, but only time will tell how long it will take for me to break these resolutions. Instead

Do not pay $150 for a NYE meal at a fancy NYC restaurant. I repeat, do not pay the $150. Why? Because you can wait for your parents or richer sister who works in finance to be in town to take you out to a meal that fancy. This is

Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spirit…probably not.