By: Gabriela Yareliz SUMMER IN THE CITY [Inspired by: New York City] Despite my autumn fever, yesterday’s 68-degree morning, and leaving the house with a jacket today, it is still officially a tourist-crowded-sidewalk NYC summer. People’s addiction to ice cream does not seem to be waning. I am slightly traumatized from last winter, and IContinue reading “An Ode to Summer”
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The Gardens at St. Luke in the Fields, Hudson Street
By: Gabriela Yareliz One of Manhattan’s loveliest places is tucked away at 487 Hudson St. I have spent many evenings at the Gardens at St. Luke; sometimes they are empty, sometimes they are full of children playing, while the mothers and nannies sit in a circle on the grass surrounded by strollers. The guardians occasionallyContinue reading “The Gardens at St. Luke in the Fields, Hudson Street”
To Live Longer, Walk Slowly
“Days of slow walking are very long; they make you live longer, because you have allowed every hour, every minute, every second to breathe, to deepen, instead of filling them up by straining the joints. Hurrying means doing several things at once, and quickly: this; then that; and then something else. When you hurry, timeContinue reading “To Live Longer, Walk Slowly”
ar·raign·ment
By: Gabriela Yareliz An arraignment is the first time an arrested person presents him or herself to the court and to the judge. It’s where the defendant hears the charges against him or her. People sometimes get bail, some walk out of the court, while others are taken back to their cells by court police.Continue reading “ar·raign·ment”
Summer Cleaning and Mental Spillover
By: Gabriela Yareliz Summertime cleaning is here. Euro fashion bloggers are out in Ibiza and Napoli tanning. Unconsciously, the rest of us are wondering how we can get to Ibiza in the first place, someday. I know, it’s about being happy with our own unique blessings and realities. We believe this, but at the sameContinue reading “Summer Cleaning and Mental Spillover”
The Conservatory Garden
By: Gabriela Yareliz One of Central Park’s hidden gems: The Conservatory Garden. I don’t even know how I discovered it, but when I saw the photo, I knew I needed to go and see it for myself. The trek up to this area of the park which is kind of parallel to East Harlem wasContinue reading “The Conservatory Garden”
Shall We Walk to TriBeCa?
[Photos belong to: Gabriela Yareliz] By: Gabriela Yareliz This summer, I worked in Tribeca (triangle below canal street). It became sort of a second home, this neighborhood. I think Tribeca is a neighborhood second only to the Village. It’s clean, renovated, trendy and by the river. This is where you can find shops with French opera posters,Continue reading “Shall We Walk to TriBeCa?”
This Month’s Picks: July 2014
[Change ‘medical school’ to ‘law school’ and her face to mine. The struggle is real.] By: Gabriela Yareliz “We’re almost there and nowhere near it. All that matters is we’re going.” — Lorelai Gilmore, Gilmore Girls. Oh July! Why is it that I feel more disciplined during the semester as opposed to during summer? (I am laughingContinue reading “This Month’s Picks: July 2014”
Take a Walk With Me: Through Greenwich Village
By: Gabriela Yareliz One of my favorite places to take a stroll, no matter what the season, is through Greenwich Village; truly one of the best places in NYC. I am honored and blessed to be a part of the neighborhood. I am into the old fashion simplicity and tree-lined streets. This neighborhood offers exactly that, complete with aContinue reading “Take a Walk With Me: Through Greenwich Village”
TriBeCa’s Message
By: Gabriela Yareliz If there is a concept worse than the idea of hell, my day came from that place. It was one of those: get-scammed, watch-a-father-get-no-bail-and-glance-back-at-his-wife-and-child-before-being-taken-away, get-ice-cream-that-has-no-flavor-and-once-you-accept-its-flavorlessness-you-find-a-hair-in-it, kind of days. My standards of professionalism are pretty high I’d say, and I often end up annoyed or frustrated at the world when I feelContinue reading “TriBeCa’s Message”