By: Gabriela Yareliz I saw the most precious duo on the train (I know— that is a rare statement). Usually, the trains feel like they emerge from hell (D train, I am looking at you)— but here we are. A different morning. Maybe, I was looking for something different, and that helped me find it.Continue reading “A Train (Love) Story”
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That Sparkly Gold Bag
“It’s all a love story, isn’t it? Life?” Theo Von By: Gabriela Yareliz She is wearing a white embroidered skirt that looks sort of fuzzy, a camouflage crew neck, a small glittery gold bag with a thin chain, a copper phone case and turquoise rings on her fingers with silver fingernails. Her glasses are pinkContinue reading “That Sparkly Gold Bag”
True Love
By: Gabriela Yareliz There is an elderly Asian couple that rides the morning train with me. The man has a walker with wheels that turns into a seat. He moves slowly. His wife always holds him firmly but gently, and sometimes, kisses his face under his baseball cap. Her arm is always around him. IContinue reading “True Love”
Views from the Train Seat
By: Gabriela Yareliz Another day, another set of observations from the train and curiosities. A bald tattooed man is deep in his book. He feels the need to read while leaning, full body, into the aisle. He makes faces while he reads like he is performing for us. Like a mime Reading Rainbow. The airContinue reading “Views from the Train Seat”
Snoopy
By: Gabriela Yareliz I am staring at this girl who has used her bronzer like self tanner as this train barrels toward the bridge tunnel. I forgot my bronzer, I think to myself. I did not forget my self-tanner. It’s one of those mornings. I woke up feeling like I had had a stroke (orContinue reading “Snoopy”
Forget the Restaurant
By: Gabriela Yareliz People say that if you want a read on someone’s character (to date or work with, for example), go to a restaurant with them. See how they treat the waiter, they say. Please— anyone can pretend through a meal. I have seen enough fake people to last me a lifetime, especially inContinue reading “Forget the Restaurant”
What is in the Bag?
By: Gabriela Yareliz Is it Vogue that has the ‘What’s in my bag?’ videos with celebrities? Welcome to the train edition. The train gives interesting bag dumps. One man has an endless supply of masks in his black mesh bag. Still. He has mouthwash in the water bottle pocket. Another woman has silk scarves spillingContinue reading “What is in the Bag?”
Ideas for NYC: Open Letter
Dear Eric Adams (Mayor), You keep saying you are living a biblical moment. I want to tell you about my biblical moment. You love to compare yourself to Jesus, so here is a short prayer for relief (here I am hoping you have a Google Alert for your own name (on brand) or divine interventionContinue reading “Ideas for NYC: Open Letter”
The Capsule
By: Gabriela Yareliz I saw her sitting on a bench on the train platform in what looked like shredded pajamas. She sat there with a satin looking shower cap on her head, surrounded by clumps of mashed potatoes. At least five clumps. She sat there smiling to no one in particular. The people on theContinue reading “The Capsule”
Affirmation
By: Gabriela Yareliz It’s another morning commute gone to bust. We are held in a station where there is a fire, and it’s actively being investigated. They are holding us HERE. Make it make sense. They are literally holding open the doors to “clear” the smoke (aka have us breathe it in). Nothing moves. WeContinue reading “Affirmation”
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