in college, when i lived off Riverside, the main strip of cheap university housing that everyone partied in, where i had 3 different roommates including a french girl for 3 weeks, the constant and favorite house guest was Deneice. we would smoke on the balcony in the winter, had weekly wednesday dinners with jacque and ashley. the one thing i always remember though is making Deneice turkey sandwiches, pepperchinis on the side, juice in hand. i loved making her those sandwiches, it was our thing to do.

it’s her birthday, and as always, i’m thinking about all those little things that make her such a big part of my life.

hb, denden, lu

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It is often said that New York is a city for only the very rich and the very poor. It is less often said that New York is also, at least for those of us who came there from somewhere else, a city for only the very young.  didion

went home / came home

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