Head Back, Spine Arched, Chest Lifted
The city was changing me. At some point, I began to believe in extreme wealth or extreme poverty…
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February 14th, 2006 at 2:54 pm
I’m curious as to what made you come to such a decision?
February 14th, 2006 at 3:06 pm
Belle, How’d you get your book deal? Any chance you could introdyce me to your agent?
February 14th, 2006 at 4:35 pm
When is the book coming out?
February 14th, 2006 at 8:48 pm
I always took you for a southern belle not a country girl. There is a big difference in my mind. Country girl sounds so unsophisticated … I have a feeling that you are far more sophisticated than I can ever dream of being. Would gran’daddy have raised a bumkin?
February 15th, 2006 at 4:42 pm
I only get homesick when I read your blog. You write divinely and it makes me miss New York so much.
It feels self-indulgent to miss one city when I get to live in another (Moscow) that young people flock to for the same types of experiences.
But then, isn’t occasional self-indulgence one of the rights you earn as a New Yorker?