This is hard, and it isn’t because I’m on my iPad. I’m full, and it isn’t the guacamole they made at our table for dinner. I’m full from today. I’m not sure if people who live in the city just automatically have more slices. You’re going to have to tell me, city readers. Visiting New York City this weekend for the Teacher’s College Reading Writing Project (#TCRWP) Saturday reunion has been so full of slices, that I’m still processing all of them. I’m not ready to slice about the conference moments that meant the most to me. But, in this city, there are stories everywhere that jump jump jump out at you.
The front desk shower directions
Finding a tiny Italian place for dinner, delicious – and there’s nothing like a whole dinner with friends and talking and laughing.
Finding the same mess I pick up at home on the streets of New York.
Walking back today we saw kids playing baseball and soccer, climbing fences and laughing. It was a spring day in the city, and I am lucky to have spent it with my friends. We were people watching, talking and breathing in the feel. We saw people laying on the street, and picking through trash, but the moment that burned into us was watching a young man get up from his outdoor cafe seat, to help an elderly woman with her walker. “Do you want to hold on to this?” He asked. “No? You want to hold on to me?” We walked away crying a little bit, at the kindness you find.