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  1. When Josh and his family moved to the Lower East Side of Manhattan, he knew he'd be helping his dad to renovate their new apartment. It hadn't been touched since the building opened in the mid-1950s and it needed a ton of work. Even so, it cost as much as they got for their old matchbook house in Brooklyn - close to a million dollars - and the only way they could afford it was to gut it and renovate it themselves. Josh was no stranger to handiwork, having helped rebuild after Hurricane Sandy, when he was just seven and could barely hold a drill. Little did they know that this time they'd face
  2. Jessica Greenly is worried about her reclusive teenage son, but then he announces he has something to tell his parents. She correctly guesses that Jake is about to come out to them, but her husband, Troy, doesn't take it well. When Troy suddenly leaves, Jake concludes he was responsible for his parents' breakup and in a colossal misunderstanding, he runs away. Little does he know that he wasn't the only one hiding in the closet. Jessica sets out to find her son, but she has a major decision to make, whether to try to put her family back together or to set off in a new direction with her son.
  3. My boyfriend completed his inpatient rehab and returned to New York against the backdrop of a country gone amok. Kyle settled in to live with me in my mom’s house, and received continued rehab therapies in the home, five days every week. It was much more expensive to receive it in the home than in an outpatient facility, but Mom insisted in paying for it, so he could avoid traveling to and from the nearest facilities that were equipped to handle pediatric brain injury patients, which were in Brooklyn and Westchester. Unfortunately, he couldn’t stay in the dads’ house in Riverdale or in his mot
  4. I was sitting on the piano bench in the front parlor, trying to revive my desire to start playing. It had been a while since I’d played the piano and although I didn’t have an interest in pursuing music as a career, I’d never gone so long without at least practicing. With a mother who was a professional opera singer and a father who was a conductor, both of them famous in their own right, perhaps I should have had more interest in the ‘family business’, but I adored science and planned to go into medical research. Nevertheless, I’d inherited my parents’ musical abilities and my mother’s perfec
  5. Kyle and I were attending a Black Lives Matter protest at Union Square with our best friends, Asher and Seth. Also, with us were our good friends, Clarke and Carl, and Clarke’s brother, Joseph, who was a law student at Columbia. Our friend Josh as well as his sisters and friends Larry and Dave were also with our group, as well as Dave’s uncles, but we got separated during the protest and for much of the evening, it had been just Kyle and me, with Clarke, Carl and Joseph. We’d all been having a great time meeting with like-minded kids and enjoying the entertainment, food and talks being given i
  6. At long last I pulled into our garage, another workweek behind me. Traffic had been heavy on the way home and I was grateful to have finally arrived. Grabbing my laptop and my briefcase, which was overflowing with things I needed to work on over the weekend, I locked up my car and opened the door that connected the garage to our house The house was eerily silent and, for a brief moment, I hoped that our sixteen-year-old son, Jake, had gone out with friends. Sadly, I knew better. Jake was undoubtedly either busy with his homework or he was relaxing by playing a computer game—alone. I hated
  7. Sitting together with my boyfriend in the living room alcove, in front of the window with its breathtaking view of the East River, Dave turned to me and exclaimed, “I can’t get over the change, Joshy. You guys did a fantastic job. It’s a whole new apartment!” “You helped with a lot of it, you know,” I replied. You did more than your share of the work. Not bad for someone who thought a screwdriver was a hammer a short time ago.” We both laughed, thinking back to when he said that. It certainly wasn’t anything like the apartment my dad purchased nearly a year ago last fall. When we fir
  8. It was a very restless time for the boys in New York City. Forced indoors by the pandemic, the school year was coming to a close in name only, as much felt left undone in the paradigm of remote learning. Then on Memorial Day, a black man in Minneapolis was lynched by a white police officer who strangled the man with his knee, touching off a firestorm of pent-up rage. Naturally the boys had to get involved in the protests. They had to, but then one of their own fell victim to police use of excessive force
  9. Frank Moore was stymied by the need for a reference. In more ordinary times he’d visit the famed law library at NYU, ranked sixth on the National Jurist’s list of the top 199 law libraries in the United States, but the library was closed because of the lockdown. The same was true of the Columbia University law library, ranked twenty-third, or the Fordham University law library, ranked forty-sixth. Even if he took the time to drive to Ithaca upstate, the Cornell law library, ranked tenth on the list, was also closed. Most of the resources of the libraries were still available online, including
  10. “Whatdaya mean, the Ragin’ Cajun’s closed?” Dave asked his boyfriend. It was nearly two o’clock and after trying for more than two hours to place an order for lunch from the Ragin’ Cajun through GrubHub, they’d finally been told that GrubHub was unable to reach anyone at the Ragin’ Cajun, even by phone. Figuring that Asher was probably busy in the restaurant’s kitchen, Josh texted Asher’s boyfriend, Seth, to ask what was up. That was when he discovered that the Ragin’ Cajun was closed for the foreseeable future and possibly for good. “The fuckin’ Feds seized both of the Whites’ restaurants
  11. For the residents of New York City, the Covid-19 pandemic took most by surprise. Schools closed and teens and preteens, used to seeing each other everyday, found themselves instead with parents and siblings. Online conferencing was a poor substitute for human touch and nothing could replace the kiss of a boyfriend or girlfriend. Dave had enough to worry about with his mother being as a nurse, but when she was admitted to the ICU at Bellevue, his uncles from Seattle and his boyfriend became his lifeline. He couldn't help but wonder, though, what would become of him if she didn't make it.
  12. David Schuster felt like he was living in an alternate reality. Like everyone else on the planet, his life had been upended and nothing about it was the same. It was as if everything was off-kilter – tilted slightly so that he was always on the verge of falling. Humans by nature are social animals and no amount of technology could substitute for the simple reassurance of a human touch. Social distancing might help to prevent spread of the virus, but it wasn’t normal. FaceTime with his boyfriend was little better than talking to a robot and living his life, 24/7 within the same ‘four walls’
  13. When Josh and his sisters move from the Brooklyn neighborhood of Manhattan Beach to the Lower East Side of Manhattan, he quickly befriends a group of gay kids that go to Stuyvesant High School, where he's a freshman. His youngest sister, Robin, forges her own relationships with fellow students at the Salk School for Science. In the meantime Freck's mother attempts to make amends. All look forward to the festivals of Passover and Easter, but then a global Pandemic forces a change of plans.
  14. Altimexis

    Part Two

    The sound of three cell phone alarm clocks all going off at once was enough to wake the dead. One would have been enough, but my sisters and I figured that the chances of all three of our phones dying at once was nonexistent. I reached for my phone only to find it wasn’t there. Crap, I’d plugged it in last night and would have to get out of bed to shut it off. Sarah and Stacey, my sisters, had already shut off their phones and made their way to the bathroom to start getting ready for school. Since I slept in the top bunk, over Stacey, it took me a bit longer to climb out of bed, but something
  15. Altimexis

    Part Three

    “I don’t know, guys… I don’t think this virus is just gonna go away,” Seth said as we sat down to lunch at Stuyvesant High School. “What, you don’t believe the president when he says it’s under control?” I jokingly replied to our friends. “Not when he’s more concerned with how well the stock market is doing, Freck,” Kyle chimed in. “It won’t be doing well much longer,” I responded. “Not when the numbers start piling up.” “They’re already piling up,” Asher agreed. “If you look at what they’re doing in China and how extreme it is… you can’t do that here. But the virus doesn’t kno
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