Author Ingrid Schaefer
“There are no written ways to arrive at this. Either we jump out of this Uber or we die in here”, my friend Greta texts me. She’s sitting right next to me in the backseat of the Uber that she… Continue Reading →
“It will be easy money!” The sign reads as my eyes catch it. It’s so rare that a flyer on the street actually catches my attention, but this one does. The bright pink sign stapled to the pole makes me… Continue Reading →
“I was ghosting you last night because I was with someone else.” “ Sorry, I think you have the wrong number.” I say as I flag down a taxi and get into it. I know for sure that I wasn’t… Continue Reading →
“Your problem is not my problem” the old woman selling handcrafted jewelry says to me. I’m standing in the humid, busy metro station right under Grand Central Station. There is only two weeks until Christmas, and with my typical procrastinator… Continue Reading →
“You’re going to need these. You know you will.” the disheveled old man says to me at the estate sale. The man- no younger than sixty with scruffy facial hair and stained clothing sat in a recliner in the living… Continue Reading →