Alone
“There’s a certain bravado required for living alone in New York City when you’re young.”
I’m about to head on my annual 9/11 pilgrimage to a Greek Orthodox church. I was living in Astoria on 9/11, and the big Greek Orthodox church there had its doors wide open to welcome the neighborhood. I am still grateful for the silent community I found there, sitting in the pews. Now every year I try to light a couple candles and donate a few bucks at …
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