tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060010344115435519.post3835775931690292439..comments2023-10-29T06:20:58.540-04:00Comments on This Too...: New York City, Intimate, ExposedMelissa Sarnohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11215683401795724259noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060010344115435519.post-44110328187441357242013-07-01T19:55:33.746-04:002013-07-01T19:55:33.746-04:00Melissa, this is elegantly stated, as I'm star...Melissa, this is elegantly stated, as I'm starting to realize all your posts are. I lived in New York City for two and a half years, when I was in my 20s, so it was, shall we say, a long time ago. But I remember the sometimes-brutal anonymity of Manhattan very clearly. New Yorkers seemed to pride themselves on not noticing anything unusual. Joanne R. Fritzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08076959910493197255noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060010344115435519.post-45548236598611057332013-06-26T07:05:23.928-04:002013-06-26T07:05:23.928-04:00This is a lovely post—it's in keeping with wha...This is a lovely post—it's in keeping with what I know of you (and your heart, and your discernment) that you would catch the eye of someone hurting and write with compassion about it. I've always wondered, for those of us who are exposed to the quiet tears of grief, if somehow we are given those glimpses so that we can share the pain, if even for a moment, the way you did so beautifully here. Barbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15634681223129304563noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060010344115435519.post-46569141204401417592013-06-20T18:06:35.156-04:002013-06-20T18:06:35.156-04:00I can only speak for the rural emotions - we don&#...I can only speak for the rural emotions - we don't really have public transportation or other huge, daily gathering places, so our tears stay mostly hidden. The loud outbursts still happen, though, usually in a certain big box store.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060010344115435519.post-8137817832777815952013-06-20T16:55:17.711-04:002013-06-20T16:55:17.711-04:00Amazing writing. I could see you on the step, eati...Amazing writing. I could see you on the step, eating your sandwich. I've been known to cry while driving in the car, or at the table in restaurants. When I was in TV news, looking at the markets, all the places I could "jump", the next big city... the thought of living in New York City always scared me. And it was the thought of being unseen in the crowd. And yet, you noticed this woman experiencing her quiet grief. I wonder if (I hope) she felt your compassion. Angie Mizzellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03491859463868998896noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9060010344115435519.post-16074629703217892152013-06-20T11:35:51.119-04:002013-06-20T11:35:51.119-04:00You are right. In the suburbs, we are rarely pushe...You are right. In the suburbs, we are rarely pushed together in an anonymous crowd were private emotions can spill over. In the suburbs, we wear our masks in public, because we are rarely anonymous.Dianne K. Salernihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16459839567235304842noreply@blogger.com