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Lions Roar : November 2012
64 SHAMBHALA SUN NOVEMBER 2012 I WEPT WHEN my husband and I had to give up our apart- ment in Brooklyn so I could go off and teach at the U. of North Texas. My landlady simply would not let me sublet. “I’ll pay a year up front!” I pled. (So what if it risked my savings?) “I’ll let you approve the subletter!” (Surely we could find somebody on whom we both agreed.) It frightened me to have no home in the city in which I’d grown up—as if I’d become a stranger to myself. But the landlady was adamant: No, no, and no. She needed direct control of who lived in her building. All that final summer I walked around the neighborhood, morose. Goodbye, fruit market on Atlantic Avenue, where sunset-orange mango chunks and beds of ruby pomegran- ate seeds gleamed, raising my spirits on difficult days. Two of The Vagabond Queen Hopscotching through Brooklyn, BONNIE FRIEDMAN discovers the delight in nonattachment. of craigslist PHOTOSBYATISHAPAULSON(L)ANDMEGUMIYOSHIDA(R)