By Kathryn Silver-Hajo

“When some boy snaps your bra strap or comments on your figure, brush it off like a fly tickling your eye. Laugh, even go hobnob with your girlfriends. Teasing just means they like you.”

By Kathryn Silver-Hajo

She paints WPA-inspired scenes of fishermen and farm hands, the frame shop on Flatbush a ruckus of wood and wire, tools and nails.

By Kathryn Silver-Hajo

When Corinne feels on top of her game, she’s a tangerine-stripe cat strutting around the neighborhood, taking in the scents.

By Kathryn Silver-Hajo

When Norm started to tumble, one by one his friends fell away. Mister Storm Cloud, some said.