Little Letters 
Dear People of NYC - The stories you have told me when I declare I saw the worst thing today have filled me with horror, disgust and nervous dread.
Dear Crosby St, Soho - I love your cobblestone streets, the cute boutiques and watching the too-cool-for-school-peeps - but I really, truly fear tetanus every time I wear sandals.
Dear Yoga - After 20 years you are no easier than the day I started. When. Does. It. Get. Easier?
Dear Men of NYC Subway - I have so many questions. Man spreading? Staring? Unavoidable crotch interactions that I wish I didn't have to have? Why? WHY?!
Dear People of NYC Subway - If I can hear the music from your headphones from the other end of the carriage it's too loud. Trust me. Also, if your skin is touching my skin, please move over an inch.
Dear NYC - Autumn and spring are too lovely for words - do we really have to have summer? Sauna-like subway stations. Trash cooking on the streets. Wondering if today is the day I faint on the subway station. Ninja mosquitoes from hell. How about we skip it this year? Thanks.
Dear Bill Hayes - Insomniac City kept me company on the subway, broke my heart and lifted me up. You have an incredible knack for capturing the essence of the city in your words and photos and most importantly -- you sir, have a very big and special heart.
Dear Zola - Thank you.