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Wini Moranville's avatar

I lived on the edge of Brooklyn Heights in the 1980s, on a very unposh stretch of Schermerhorn street. It was gritty and magical. These days, when I hear of all the writers and artists living in Brooklyn, I can hardly bear it. I left the party way too soon (1988).

This lovely story brought me back to my old neighborhood...and made me happy and sad at the same time.

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Kate McAuley's avatar

So much of this piece resonates with me.

I was offered an apartment in Cobble Hill in the summer of 2017. My marriage had ended the year before in a maelstrom of coercive control, gaslighting and, finally serious physical abuse.

I was living in London at the time and I was devastated. Writing (my job) was impossible. Brooklyn was a lifeline. I walked that promenade daily. Visited the nearby restaurants and bars on my own. Slowly I started to feel myself again.

Here I am, nearly 7 years later to the day, remarried and living by the water in Hoboken.

Those BK days, however, will stick with me forever.

PS. Hard agree on the bananas. Total devil’s food.

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