As a closeted teenager, I found expression for how I felt in Éponine’s unrequited love song “On My Own.” Decades later, I still hear that ache in the voices of Linda Ronstadt and Selena Gomez—singers with more than a little in common.
This week, The New Yorker published my letter to the editor about Brooklyn’s Green-Wood Cemetery, a place I walk through weekly, finding new things to discover each time.
Community advocate Jen Ng believes "if you have the right people and the right kind of vision in mind, then that's a very magical combination for getting shit done.” In this interview, Jen reflects on her journey from AOL chat rooms to Williamsburg's DIY music scene.
"Oh, so you’re the one all the writers are afraid of!"
That wasn’t how I saw my role at all. In fact, the idea had never crossed my mind. Suddenly, I felt like a great big monster with no idea how ugly he is until people start screaming and running away.