Photos from the Feast of Saint Gerard at St. Lucy’s Church in Newark, NJ.
I didn’t realize I liked loved Bruce Springsteen until I moved to Washington, DC. After six months in the capitol, I realized I was indescribably homesick and wanted to get back to the Garden State ASAP. To tide myself over, I played “Born in the USA” and “The River” on repeat in my room, desperately applying for jobs back home.
Last night (thanks to this guy), I finally got the chance to see The Boss play live — in our mutually beloved state, no less. It goes without saying that I’ll be recovering for a while: four hours of non-stop music. Being in New Jersey, the crowd would go insane any time Jersey was mentioned in a song. I, for one, lost my voice. What can I say? We’re a proud bunch. Continue reading Bruce
“Knowledge of places is closely linked to knowledge of the self, to grasping one’s position in the larger scheme of things, including one’s own community, and to securing a confident sense of who one is as a person.” Keith Basso, Wisdom Sits in Places
I’m lucky: I have my family, and I have friends who are like family. For Thanksgiving, I went to a one such friend’s house for dinner in my hometown. For the most part, I moved away from South Jersey when I was 18. I rebelled, with an appropriately dramatic teenage flair, against where I grew up. Not one for the quiet life, I was drawn to the stimulating toughness of the city.