Back in the Stone Age – aka, the 1990s – (Parenthetically Speaking) was a two-sided newsletter that I printed out and mailed (how analog!) to a tight list of about 200 people who I felt needed to know how I was making out in New York City. That thing ran quarterly for most of that decade but ultimately died for various (and sundry) reasons. ANYWAY, to reconnect with old chums and start relationships with new chums, I’m finally (finally!) doing this blog thingy, using the same name of that old newsletter (since I like to fill my personal writing with lots of parentheticals).
Here’s a little about my parenthetical life:
I work in a pr/marketing capacity at a large nonprofit in the City that works with immigrants to help them fully, professionally integrate into the U.S. and Canada. It’s a pretty time-absorbent job, but I do make time for writing, painting, and cooking (and the unfortunate byproduct that goes with that – cleaning (ugg)).
The University of Louisiana in Lafayette is my grad-school alma mater (communication/public relations), and Louisiana State University in Baton Rouge is where I received my BA in journalism. Before those two, I got an associate of arts degree at the LSU branch in my home town of Eunice.
After working a few years in newspapering (at The Eunice News), then magazining (Baton Rouge Magazine), I started working in a public relations capacity with Tulane University in New Orleans before heading to New York, where I first worked in healthcare PR at Maimonides Medical Center in Brooklyn, then back in a university setting at NYU’s Stern School of Business. Spent a couple years in Europe (Belgium a few months, then the UK for another few months, then a couple of years in Poland) before heading back to NYC to work with HIAS (Hebrew Immigrant Aid Society). After HIAS, I went right back into university PR again, this time at Columbia’s Mailman School of Public Health, National Center for Children in Poverty. After a few years of that, I landed my current job working with a mission I love – helping immigrants become fully integrated into our economy and society.
I’m married to a crusty creative director-turned-landscape designer named Aubyn. We have a very happy, energetic pooch named Hugo, aka The Nugget. In the City, the three of us share an apartment in Washington Heights, Manhattan. In the country, Upstate New York, we have a great farmhouse that was built in 1851, in the hamlet of Cornwallville (part of the town of Durham). Our house in C’ville is where I do most of my writing and painting and cooking. It’s also where I work from home when I’m not in the office.
I’ve written a memoir about growing up in the 1970s. Until it is released in April 2020, I won’t be able to publish any actual parts of the manuscript here. Instead, I will be writing new stuff – lots of it will be expanding on stories from the book, and lots of it completely unrelated.
Since there’s no printing and folding and stuffing and addressing and stamping to do, I should be able to tell my stories and share the recipes and images from the memoir and my current life much more regularly than four times a year – and you, my ethereal chum, are the lucky beneficiary! If you want an automatic ping when I have a new post, you need to FOLLOW me (use the form below).