Greek In the Big Apple

What of LOVE “Love is always open arms. If you close your arms about love you will find that you are left holding only yourself.”  ―  Leo Buscaglia There is bitter sweet love and passionate love, dirty love, clean love, sacred love, cheesy love, forgiving love, and brotherly love. Unrequited love, and motherly love, sisterly love, and love worth waiting for. There is love that can't wait any longer, love without words, erotic love, platonic love, dramatic love, blind love, secret love, the love that can drive you insane, and static love. There is the love to end all loves, and the love that got away. There is broken love, and soft love, and fatherly love, there is hard love, and kinky love, there is compassionate love, robust love, risky love and endless love. There is sweet love and long lasting love, and there is the love that was never spoken of. There is the beginning of love and the end of love. There is selfless love and crazy love, and above all there is self love. 

October 18th 2016  My dear readers Over the years I've taken random notes and observations and turned them into small poems. Some things are about nothing significant but have piled up in my drawer of writing samples. Recently I've been mulling around with the idea of writing a series of short stories based on my family. Names will be changed of course but the characters will be very true to the real people I'm drawing my inspiration from. Having taken a pile of family pictures from my home in Athens this past September, I've been quite inspired to tell a story of the women in my family.  Often overlooked, many were silent sufferers if you will, others very strong and unapologetic about being ahead of their time, others setting aside grand careers and their dreams to be good wives, good mothers, pleasing housewives but never selfishly looking to further their dreams, that were forever locked away in a drawer never to be seen again.   I recall stories

This middle of the week blog is a reflection to meeting with an old high school class mate at Williamsburg, Brooklyn. We set a day and a time and agreed to meet at N6 street near Driggs street. Its the center of all cool and trendy Williamsburg, dotted with countless, cafes, bars, restaurants, exhibit spaces for art, antiques and anything your heart could desire in terms of hip and cool fashion. I remember the first time I visited this part of Brooklyn back in 1999. It was like going to the ends of the earth. There were very few bars and clubs and it was mostly hungry artists living in lofts with no electricity or hot water. I went to an amazing night club and art space called Galapagos. I saw my first ever  Burlesque performance while I sipped my Cosmopolitan (yes it was very popular back then). It seemed like we were the early explorers of this still undiscovered land.  Fifteen years on Williamsburg is in my opinion a bit overdone and even too trendy. (Hipsters sighted often!) I f