Tag: yvonne vavra

Oh, the joys of shared grumpiness! It’s a form of belonging all its own.

The UWS is soaked in leftover feelings — laughter, grief, anger, goodbyes, reunions — all pressed into a kind of emotional fossil bed.

The other day, I was sideswiped by a small existential crisis—courtesy of the Rag’s comment section.

We all have broken molds and made moves that mattered, in our own lives or even in the lives of others.

Once upon a time, the entire Upper West Side was farmland.

Half a year out of season and making the best of it—that’s the spirit.

The first rule is showing up.

"Yay you, Church!"

Even a small detour is a reminder that there’s always more to everything we think we know.

I was there. And so was the sun. We just couldn’t see each other through the thick clouds.

The UWS seems to have attracted the kind of New Yorker who’s in for the long haul, looking to plant themselves.

Justice only happens when people show up to claim it.

Beneath the surface of "our" New York is everyone else's New York — layers of lives, loves, businesses, and histories we rarely notice.

Growing up in an economy that wasn’t built to fulfill your every need, I got to know the joys of anticipation.

Sure, there are plenty of tourists in Teddy Roosevelt Park, but do they even know its name?

Moving from one place to another is how all creatures respond to nature’s cyclical rhythm.

And who can teach us how to foster these connections? Mayor Simon — representing all the canines of Gotham.

Whatever is outside our windows, lives with us inside. It’s part of our intimate space -- a part we can't control.

We can fight for a way to coexist in a less stressful way — without them gnawing on our bagels, to begin with.

Exploring solo frees you to be fully present, engage all your senses, and remain open to whatever comes your way.