I love HONY, as it’s known, for its ability to remind me of the breadth of the human experience. And I’m not alone: HONY has 12.5 million Facebook fans, 2.7 million Instagram followers and two successfulbooks (with another one on its way this fall).
But I do wish Katie had been able to meet Brandon on this day instead!
This adorable pic is the property of Humans of New York
You lucky buggers are getting a special Tuesday Twitter Spotlight.
@BrizzyC and I started following each other when she was making plans to move to NYC in association with her exciting new job. We talked real estate and such. Now she’s here, launching an exciting new graduate program at CUNY.
Welcome to New York, Carrie Brown. Hope to grab beers with you soon!
Beth and I met eons ago thanks to the Village Voice. Yes, the Village Voice. At that point, CraigsList was nothing but a listserv so some of us used the Voice to find apartment shares.
Beth and her roommate Kristen were looking for someone to replace their third roommate who was moving out of NYC. Fortunately for me, Beth and Kristen picked me out of the people who paraded through their apartment at The Wellesley on the Upper East Side.
We have been friends ever since!
OneChicklette: Your favorite qualities in a love interest
@Beaker4369: The ability to make me laugh. Make me feel comfortable in my own skin so that I show them all of me, from the inside out.
When I was a kid, I desperately wanted a dog. My mother’s mother Nana lived with us though. Well, technically we lived with her but that’s another story.
Dad loved dogs, still does, and supported my interest in having one, but Nana either hated dogs or was afraid of them. Mom told me the latter.
“One day when Nana no longer lives with us, Daddy and I will get you a puppy.”
She didn’t wink or elbow me in the ribs while saying it, but the message was clear: when Nana died, I’d get my dog. Even though I was only five or six at the time, wanting a puppy became inextricably linked with a guilty feeling: “you want Nana to DIE!” I tried hard not to think about puppies. Continue reading →