“With a drink in my hand and earplugs responsibly in place, I’m very aware that I’ve spent more than half my life essentially standing in the same spot: off to one side of the stage (close but not too close), eyes forward, shifting weight from foot to foot.”
Eryn Loeb
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When Friendship Fades But the Images Linger
Eryn Loeb looks back on a summer spent taking pictures, and a friend she lost touch with.
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With a Rent-Stabilized Lease, Finding the Line Between Luck and a Life Sentence
Eryn Loeb recalls the tiny, decrepit tenement where she lived for a decade, and the cool aunt who passed it on to her.