āI never thought Iād come back to New York. Ā I have a lot of bad memories here. Ā It can be an ugly place. Ā My ex-husband lives here. Ā On September 11th I was on the street below the second tower. Ā So there are things Iād just prefer not to remember. Ā But recently my mother got sick and I came home to take care of her. I was in a bit of a rut at the time. Ā Iād fallen away from my passions. Ā I was just working to pay the rent. Ā And one evening I was walking by the river and I passed a place called Hudson River Community Sailing. Ā They offered free sailing lessons. Ā I donāt know why I stopped. Ā I was intellectually convinced that sailing was not for me. Ā I was getting older. Ā I was out of shape. Ā But I decided to give it a try. Ā And I got hooked on it. Ā I got kinda obsessed with learning to sail. Ā I remember the first time I was out there alone. Ā It felt amazing. Ā I was in the middle of the Hudson, the wind was blowing, I could see the whole city, and my hand was on the tiller. Ā It seemed like I was doing something impossible. Ā Iām not white. Ā Iām not male. Ā I donāt own a boat. Ā I donāt even have money. Ā But Iām in New York City and Iām fucking sailing.ā




















