Tag: helluva

I attended PS 11 in Brooklyn when I was in the 5th grade. I remember that year because of our class photos. For my picture day, I wore a crème crewneck sweater and green skirt and my hair was done in two pigtail braids. I am smiling with these big round happy eyes. My mother had chosen the tw...

Most people don’t believe me when I tell them this story, but it’s true. They tell me not all inhabitants of New York City are cruel, and my brain tells me they are right. But my heart says otherwise. It was a bleak day in November more than forty years ago, and Mary Ellen drove us to...