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THE SUNDAY ISSUE
HOW I SUNDAY: ISSUE 35
by Jackie Graham Dear Sunday, We’ve come a long way. I don’t remember how it was when I was younger (you know how kids are). I guess it was when “adult” life rolled around that’s things got rocky.… I’ll admit I called you some names: Sunday Scaries was my most frequent and favorite one, a name I reserved for the times the upcoming week’s anxiety really kicked in. Yeah, yeah; those weekends of parties, drinks, and less-than-enough sleep with your wilder friends Friday and Saturday didn’t help. Sunday Funday sounded like a nice one, but you and I both know...
HOW I SUNDAY: ISSUE 34
By: Alyssa Greenberg My version of Sunday Scaries is a bit different than most. Since I am a freelance photographer, I never really stress out about Monday and the start of the week. I don’t have the typical 9-5. Mostly, I get anxious about being by myself in the apartment. Being a freelancer is a very lonely career, surprisingly. I knew I wasn’t going to have co-workers, happy hours or summer Fridays when I started my own business 6 years ago; however, I wasn’t prepared for the amount of time i would spend in my apartment alone staring at a...
HOW I SUNDAY: ISSUE 32
by Morgan Curtis My favorite place to spend my Sundays is at my family home, out east, in Sagaponack, NY. After launching my brand Morgan Lane, five years ago, I have come to appreciate having this escape more and more. My husband, Tom, also grew up in Montauk and his family and friends are there year-round. We tend to love the off-season most, especially around October when the pumpkins are ready to be picked. My husband, Tom, always says Sundays are his day to relax, “Don’t make any plans Morgy.” I used to try and fight this, but now I...
THE ESCAPIST
by Catherine Spinley Long before I lived in this apartment in downtown Manhattan, I knew I’d live here. I was 10 years old when my parents took me to New York for the first time. Instantaneously, I was captivated. That first trip took place over Thanksgiving break; we went to the Macy’s Day Parade where I cried my eyes out as my favorite boy band stood 20 feet away from me and lip synched through a few of their most popular songs. My mom and I rode the wooden escalators at Macy’s and perused the clothing racks that seemed to...