Though we might not recognize it, in these and many other moments in daily life we relax into our true nature and are freed from the exhausting job of defending or promoting our conditioned self. One might even call this falling effortlessly into the reality of one expansive mind a form of “everyday enlightenment.”
My mother had beautiful hands. “A pianist’s hands” is how she’d have described them on someone else. And though she had played the piano as a young woman, as an adult, her fingers were more likely to be working the keys of a typewriter.
Recent performances of Adam Brody’s brilliant The Fear of 13 have faced another real fear: poorly behaved Broadway audiences.
Now upon finding out a few weeks ago from Jeffrey, the owner of Japonica, that my favorite Japanese restaurant was closing at the end of April, I am sadder still. Japonica on University Place, like Elephant and Castle, has been a go-to restaurant since it opened 48 years ago.
Carol Greitzer, a trailblazing City Council member who fought for women’s rights and played a key role in dismantling the entrenched Tammany Hall political machine in New York, died on April 3. She was 101.
Sometimes we meet ‘real’ New Yorkers, born and raised here. Some of them have stories of ancestors who moved here to start their families. This is one such story of those living near the docks along the West Side of Manhattan, as told by Eric, who prefers to be anonymous.
East and West Villagers are routinely smitten by the latest must-see venues: beautiful people, places and things that are beyond mere nouns. Where’s the experience of cutting-edge end retail design? The upscale dives, the delightful deliriums, the decorum-less dioramas?
If you are going through a difficult time, you, like many may find the part of what is called The Serenity Prayer helpful: Grant me the Serenity to accept the things I cannot change; Courage to change the things I can: and the Wisdom to know the difference.
I hope you’re not too disappointed when you learn that this article is about retirement, and not about real or imagined romantic exploits, despite the title.
A Village View reader asked us to report on 92 Eighth Avenue just north of 14th Street, which has been a trash-strewn empty lot since 2015.
